Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2001 12:37:05 -0400
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: The show must go on

This is a story from the imagination. There is no connection between the
writer and the story. The story includes man and boy/s sex which if not
your reading then please leave. Being on going you will notice different
emotions creeping about with time

In some countries this kind of story is illegal so do please check before
reading. I think that it is important you do this.

I have the copyright on this story and request that you ask me before
printing or using the contents for any other reason. Pay sites will always
get a no, sorry.

I want to thank nifty for giving a platform for this kind of story I
appreciate it. For all the emails still arriving I maintain my
gratitude. People's comments do tell me if the story is being read and
enjoyed.

One point I am a disabled writer who apart from being dyslexic is board
blind. I have never learned to read or write until 20 years after I walked
out of school. With my computers help I am writing in the third
person. Spelling mistakes and grammar are intentional.  Proofreaders help
with this so I hope this does not distract your enjoyment



					The show must go on

					Part 7, Peters a Hero!


	It was a very good week, I was happy now back at work full
time. The boys, now in their own classes were doing fine. Each night
massive amounts of homework was being brought home for them to do. I was
the one while at home who did feel useless because I did not understand
most of it. I was pleased that they were attentive in class while being
good learners. It saved me from showing my stupidity if they were to ask
any questions. The computer was well used after school. I had set a pot on
the floor that would contain any spare cash, coins, at the end of the
day. This was set-aside for a new computer although the boys did not
know. While doing there homework a letter was delivered asking me to take
the boys to Social Services a day earlier. The time was after school so
thought that better for me as well. I was happy to see the boys settled but
not sure about sleeping alone or getting any close contact with them even
though I was as close as a Dad could be.
	I took the boys after school to the Social service offices. Mrs
Stein was there and a man. I was told to go away for a while because they
needed to talk to the boys alone. Like any Dad I protested about there
welfare, silly thing to do considering where we were. Still the point was
made. I told the Paul but especially Peter that I would be back I ruffed up
their hair and hugged them both. I went to a coffee shop not far from the
office. There was a bar much closer but thought better of it because how I
was feeling would have given me good reason to start drinking beer. I had a
pager because of the school job. I was on my last drop of coffee ready to
order another when the pager sounded. The message read "Dad come quick." I
don't want you to get this wrong. I did not panic just went through every
brick wall to get there as fast as I could. I could hear tears and the man
was on his way out of the door. I saw Paul crying in a room; Peter was just
sitting in the hall looking at t!  he magazines. I went for Paul who swung
his arms around me while allowing the tears to flow like a river on its way
to the sea. Peter joined us the door was closed shut.
	It was a good fifteen minutes before things had calmed down between
us. I did not expect this. I had a boy sat on each leg when the door
opened. As a man brought in some drinks I told him in no uncertain terms
what to do. "FUCK OFF!!! We were left alone again until "I" felt things had
calmed sufficiently. Time to fine the woman. I was so angry. Mrs Stein told
me to calm down but my shouting said something else. A woman walked in and
offered to call the police. I told her it would be a great idea. I wanted
to report a case of child abuse. All right so I went over the top but I
could not help myself. The man from earlier came in and I saw a gold
badge. "I am sorry. We have in custody a man Called Max Williams." That
name. "He was arrested after a boy was sexually assaulted. He had taken
shelter at your house earlier this week." I remembered the boy but what had
this to do with the boys and why were they upset. "The boy told us that one
of the boys staying with you knew the man !  in question/" That was
enough. "My son you mean?" Mrs Stein looked at the officer and said "It's a
long story don't worry." "We had to ask and he just wanted to call you when
the name Max was mentioned." I walked passed them both getting back to
Paul.  "Paul we can go home now if you want or we will get this nightmare
sorted out."
	I called a woman who was in another office. "This is my son Peter
look after him as if he were your own. I will be just in here." Mr Stein
nodded to the girl and joined the policeman Paul and I in the other
office. "Paul listen we will go at any time you want. This nightmare must
end for you and I think this could be the way." I looked at hugged Paul and
shouted, "Listen." For 45 minutes I sat with my arm around Paul while he
told his story about Max. Every detail until Mrs Stein was in tears. He
told the policeman about a mole that Max had got which could only be seen
when he was half naked. Paul finished and the click of the tape recorder
was so loud that it echoed through the ambient noise in the room. Paul was
sweating and shaking. "Go find Peter." I was thanked for my help but told
that if I had said something as soon as I had known this may not have been
needed. Backwards is what I may have been but I told them my first priority
was to Paul not the police. I stood, told!
 Mrs Stein that I was going. "I hope you get a record of all this because
what you did to Paul today may have caused more harm than the fire. Okay I
exaggerated but I wanted to get my point over.
	I got Paul home. Peter was worried about what had happened. I ran a
hot bath; I kissed Paul as I took his clothes off. Peter was down to his
briefs. I could now hug them both while their arms twisted not only around
my neck but each other's. I had to whisper to Paul that I would never hurt
him. Even though we had done similar sorts of things that Max did to him I
did it because I loved him. I slipped his briefs off but our hugging
continued. I lifted him into the bath then let him see me do the same to
Peter. I stayed with them until the water started to cool. I dried Paul
off, even watched him pee, it was very clear that he was still upset with
what had happened. Peter was very good tonight. He dried himself, cleaned
the bath, finally placing the wet towels in the machine to wash. The funny
part was he never bothered to dress. His boxers still in the place he left
them this morning. It had been 3 days since I had seen them like this. It
looked as if they had grown so much ov!  er that time. After today even
being upset, they had grown in stature.
	I did not bother with the cream because as far as I was concerned
there mental attitude was far more important at this time. I had decided
not to send them to school the next day and even take the day off myself.
I got some covers and lay them on the floor.  I spoke to Paul with Peter
listening. I wanted him to understand that what happened between him and
Max was never love it was a bully forcing Paul to make him happy, so it was
never love. "Paul if we never did anything ever again and that goes for you
to Peter, I will still love you as much as I do now."  I had to hold out my
hands as a gesture of truth and good will. Both boys took a hand holding it
against them. Within a few minutes they were both asleep. I was quiet as I
tidied up taking time to put away the washed clothes. I got 2 pairs of
boxers so that I could dress them if anyone knocked the door. The boys lay
apart by almost 2 feet. Their feet rested against the sofa and head towards
the television. I sat between!
 them resting my back next to their feet. Looking at them seeing their
chest go up and down. I used the index finger of either hand to gently
stroke their penises. As time went by both boys had superb erections. It
was Paul whose balls beneath him bounced gently up and down until he
ejaculated. I enjoyed watching his cum. The white sperm shooting upwards
landing, no one knew where. Further sprays much less powerful followed
until it was all over. I looked at the mess taking some onto my fingers and
savoured every drop. It was not until Peter took a sharp intake of breath
throwing dribbles of sperm down to my other hand that I saw Paul was
clean. I had taken it all. I had to clean of Peter's jewels because I could
not and did not favour one better than the other.  I did have to clean up a
little and managed to get their boxers on. I sat lifting them up into my
arms all the while getting a numb bum.
	I carried them to bed much later. I kissed them on their lips. No
movements but I could tell I was feeling so important. I had these boys who
needed to be loved. Sex was an extra but I loved them enough to say I
needed them more than the sex.
	Next morning I was asleep on top of my covers when they came to see
me. I was not fully awake but I did hear "I love you" come from each of
them. I grabbed onto them and we had a laugh. I was going to take the day
off but the boys wanted to go to school so I got up helped them and off
they went. It was as if they had grown over night. That morning seeing them
off I was proud to be part of their family.
	I got a call after I had finished work from the police. I was asked
if Paul would give evidence in court against Max. I could not answer. I
said I would talk to him but because he had been so upset with what
happened before it would take time. I never spoke that night. We went to
the cinema instead. Some boys from their school were there with Mum and
Dad. It made it a happy evening out. I said hello to loads of people and
was readily accepted. After the film I was attacked by two screaming boy
who wanted to go bowling. "Dad can we go?" I looked around and one boy
Peter's size said, "Did you dad say yes?" So their friends had accepted me
as Paul and Peters Dad. I had to agree but just watched as they both
enjoyed themselves. It was good to see them playing openly with other boys
and the parents got me involved in their gossip which was not really me
however I thought it best.  It was dark as we made our way home. Arm in arm
we walked quite happily. No sooner as we had got in P!  aul had a wash and
was ready for bed followed by Peter. Paul was still feeling the day
before. And fell asleep almost immediately. Peter was in bed reading. I
bathed then headed for my bed to see Peter was reading in my bed. I laughed
	I got in looking around to see where my book was thinking I might
join Peter. Tiredness though prevented it. My head hit the pillow as peter
turned out the light. Peter was still full of life but I could not
respond. Even when he pulled my boxers off I did not care. I just watched
as Peter stood up took his boxers of and sat on my legs playing with my
steadily hardening cock. I let things happen. Peter took my erection and
opened his mouth. He slowly sucked on it taking more and more with each
breath. I knew what would happen, I had to tell him. "Don't hurt me then."
How could I hurt him? I would never do that. His mouth filled getting
bigger and bigger. "Don't swallow Peter spit it out. He did just what I had
told him. He gave me a big grin. I looked at him trying to understand what
he had tried to do. I wiped up the puddle, moved onto his legs engulfing
his penis. I sucked while playing with the marbles between his legs. Peter
grabbed my hair fucking my mouth hard. "Take !  it. Take it." I felt the
twitch as he covered my tongue in his seed. I explained he did not have to
force my head down because I would have done it any way. Peter cried. I
held him tight telling him that it was going to be fine. As I told him that
what he had done was something special his glassy eyes looked at me. "Peter
that was so nice but you did not have to do it." All I got from him was "I
know."
	The next day I was with the boys. They were eating when I just came
straight out and told Paul what I had been asked. Paul looked lost. "Do I
have to?" well I thought and I am sorry to say used a bit of blackmail. "If
someone does not do it then one day a small boy might get hurt or even
killed." I said killed, that was wrong. I regretted it. Paul asked me if I
would be with him. I did not know. He said that if I were with him he would
do it. I went straight to the phone and called the police officer. I told
him exactly what Paul had said. He told me I could be with him so it was
all arranged. I tried to do something different today. We took a trip to a
water Park. I managed to get the boys to get a friend to go with us if they
wanted. After a few phone calls we all headed to the park I had 5 boys in
tow, all excited about going. We checked out a family room and I watched
them all get changed. Paul and Peter were not bothered now; their friends
though all seemed very shy. I e!  ven changed trying to not look as they
reached either briefs or boxers. I had never been bothered about boys until
I met Paul. Our lives were so great now that I did not know what I would do
without them. I saw their friends two in white briefs, one in red patterned
boxers take them off. All different kinds of genitals were bobbing around
in my face. I could have easily reached out and touched each one but
thought better of it. It would be a long time before I would forget that
sight I can tell you. We jumped swam and did all kinds of things for most
of the day. I treated everyone to burgers even little Chan who was a
vegetarian he got a bean burger. Lots to drink during the day sure helped
also. It was late afternoon when we got out and we took our time to get
changed. I got to dry everyone hair and get a better view of their
bodies. As we started to come home the light was beginning to fall. Paul
asked me if his friend could stay over. I did not mind so I asked if
Peter's fr!  iends wanted to stay also. One could not but Chan wanted
to. They called their parents when we got home and it was agreed.
	I managed to turn the living room into a camp out. Two double
sleeping bags were arranged. I also said it was needed for them to take a
bath because of the chlorine in the pool. I managed to get a better look at
them all after a bath, and then I had two boys in white briefs and my two
in green. I sat watching TV while they had crisps and things like that. I
was getting an erection every time I saw a bottom through the briefs on the
floor. A fight is the normal progression of a stay over so I thought I
could see semi erect penises firmly against the front of the briefs. As
tomorrow was Sunday I allowed this to go on later than it should have
really. But I turned the lights down to encourage sleeping. I saw Paul slip
his briefs off in front of them all and lay on his front. This did me no
good at all. Chan surprised me by following Paul who was now on his side
talking to him. Chan was chubby, his buttocks large and firm, When he
turned sideways I could see he was circumcised. P!  eter just followed his
brother but Andy kept his on.
	Andy was soon asleep, I watched Peter because he was looking at his
brother and Chan with their arms around each other. Chan did not care when
Paul caressed his penis. It grew immediately it was touched. Paul was hard
now, Peter was getting there watching what his bother was doing to
Chan. Paul got on top of Chan beginning to kiss him. Peter was rubbing
furiously. I was watching with interest and my erection needed
attention. The action between Chan and Paul got hotter and hotter. Peter
was still looking when he suddenly ejaculated spraying it over his sleeping
friend. Andy was covered in splashing of sperm. I passed a box of tissues
to Peter whom very carefully wiped Andy clean. I grabbed both Paul and Chan
telling them to use my bed. They scooted off quickly I went after Peter
fell asleep to see what was happening. Both of them were in bed sitting
up. "Dad you want to come and join us?" What I had with Paul and Peter was
very special. Did I want to take this out of the hous!  e? I said I would
stay for a while.
	I lay there while Chan and Paul got together. Each was wanking the
other. Kisses aside they did enjoy rubbing their cock against each
other's. Soon I was involved. Paul got on top of me and Chan got on Paul's
back. He was clearly inside Paul. I reached at full stretch to grab Chan's
buttocks. I pulled him against Paul I knew he had entered when he was
thrusting on his own; the rhythm was quick and hard. I did not know Paul
had cum until I felt the warm sperm spreading across me. Chan said
something, sat up, and two small squirts shot across Paul's back. I took a
small bit with a finger and tasted it. I shivered because I had tasted
sperm from a boy other than my son's. Chan lay down while Paul got to work
on my cock. Chan was not awake when I filled Paul's mouth. He never lost a
drop even the kiss after was void of sperm. He had taken the lot.
	During the night I did get the chance to feel Chan's body. It was
smooth and soft. In the places that muscle's were suppose to be there were
and not a single hair just like Paul. I touched his Penis. It grew straight
away in my fingers. I thought about trying to hug him but my hand was
filled with the sleeping Chan's sperm. I tasted more than a drip this time
but thought it best to use Paul's bed to get some sleep. I had all the boys
awake at 7am wanting to go out for breakfast. Wearily we went and I dropped
them all off at there homes. Chan's Mum thanked me because they had been
packing the night before to move back to Tokyo. What a way to say
goodbye. Chan was a regular visitor at Paul's Nan's house so they were old
friends. Sunday was a quiet day thank goodness because we were told at 5pm
to be at courthouse 1 the next day.
	I had been worried all night thinking how soon this had come
about. I did not sleep well at all. I had to look in on Paul and his dreams
for most of the night to. We did not eat. Paul was sick. All the things you
associate with nerves. As we got to the court Paul was like glue never
letting me go at any time. I was allowed to sit at the back of the court
with Peter when Paul was called. They asked him what had happened. He was
precise and firm when he spoke going through every detail. He spoke for an
hour talking about all the bad things that had happened. Peter was shaking
as his brother spoke. I did hold him tight but I could see he was more
worried for his brother than I was. Max kept staring at Paul. The policeman
stood in his range of vision so Paul could not see him. At the end he was
allowed a drink before Max's lawyer stood up. His questions were all geared
on one thing. Paul was lying because of what happened to his parents. After
2 hours Paul was sniffing every time!
 he was spoken to. "Paul I put it to you that Max never hurt you. Because
you had to do as you were told and almost never did you resented him." I
almost got up to shout but thought better of it. Peter was looking at his
brother all the time. "Paul it was not possible for Max to do those thing
because you would have told your parents if he had hurt you. Did you tell
them? Paul nodded. "Yes well as they are dead we cannot ask them if its
true can we." The policeman asked for a break. The judge asked Max's lawyer
if he had more questions. "Just 1 your honour. Paul, would Max have done
anything bad and your parents not have found out?" "Yes, Yes, Yes." I
looked at Paul but he was looking at me. "He stuck his thing in my mouth
and made me suck it till I was sick. His thing has scar like my back look."
It was Peter shouting he lifted his shirt showing everybody in court. There
was uproar. The judges call a stop to the case. I for the first time found
out that it was not only Paul t!  hat Max had abused. After an hour it was
requested that Max be examined to prove the scar was or was not
there. Max's lawyer changed his plea to Guilty.
	I took the boys to lunch Mrs Stein knew where we were. She came to
tell me that Max was going to prison for 12 years. A woman was with Mrs
stein. She spoke to the boys "Thank you for what you did. My son will be
safe now." The boy who had been taken and abused did not have to
appear. Paul and Peter had killed off one of their most powerful
nightmares. I hoped that in time it would only ever be a faded memory.  Mrs
Stein said we would have to report back to the court in 1 weeks time. I
could live with that. I told her that I would be taking time off work and
taking the boys away for a week to get over there ordeal. "Good idea." "The
beach house?" said Paul. I nodded. It was still warm enough to take the
trip. I wanted to reward them for their bravery. I also gave them each a
chain with a cross on to keep them safe...


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The show must go on; chapter 8 another opening another show;

	We had become closer since the court. The boys had spoken to Nan
and Aunt both helped them recover.