Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2001 13:17:46 -0400
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: The show must go on.   Chapter 8

This is a story of the imagination. In it there are sexual descriptions
between a man and a boy/s the writer is not in the story he is the
storyteller. If for any reason you do not like this sort of thing then
please leave now.

In some countries this material is against the law so please do check. This
is down to you.

I have the copyright so if you wish to copy or use it in other ways do
please ask. Paying sites will always get a no.

I have noticed that my computer has been getting problems with coding and I
do know that 1 chapter (could be more by now) has been spoiled in some
areas. This is my fault and not Nifty. Being Dyslexic I have had to rely on
help from my computer but I did miss the lesson on codes and encoding so I
apologise.


					The show must go on


					Chapter8 the sun'll come out
tomorrow.

	Court case over. Verdict handed down. Paul and Peter looking and
feeling a whole lot better than this morning. I could not a survived what
the boys had done today. It was me who was a nervous wreck watching Paul
give evidence and holding back Peter when he exploded confronting his
abuser. I listened to the case knowing that I had been just as guilty as
Max if not more but the boys had come to see and feel something
different. Mrs Stein had been taught a lesson to. She had not been aware of
the internal abuse that the family had been through. I had not known. I
wanted to scoop both of the boys up in my arms to tell them I loved them. I
also wanted to tell them I was proud of what they had done. The way I did
this was to arrange to take a week off with Paul and Peter and go to the
House at the beach. I had made a quick call finding the house would be
empty so took the chance that school and Social Services would not
mind. All had been in agreement saying it was the best way for!
 us all to overcome our most harrowing experience.
	Going towards home I could see the boys dishevelled appearance
through the rear view mirror. I wondered if their look was anything like
what they had felt this afternoon. I had tried to give them comfort and
love but they both had refused any emotional bond from me. I had guessed
that the last thing they wanted was to be smothered. The air surrounding
them was the closest thing that they could deal with at this time. I had
been expecting some sort of reaction, but this was hard for them, me well I
just had to be there when and if they needed me. The silence was awful. I
started to feel anger towards everyone for depriving me of the happiness
that I had until the court case. I was also being selfish. Thinking about
me and not them. Yes it was true, I was so caught up in my own thoughts
that when Paul was sick out of the jeep I did not know till a large lorry
thundered past blowing his horn. I managed to pull in and wiped the mess up
as best I could ensure that Paul was all rig!  ht. He was white. Clearly
the shock had now hit him harder than I thought.
	  I always heard that hot sweet tea was the best thing for
shock. Paul on the other hand had Peter. They had each other. I called at
the doctors surgery to get them checked over, "A good nights sleep will do
them the world of good." If they felt like I did sleep would be the last
thing on my mind. I would be replaying the whole day over and over again
reliving the feeling I had endured. The boys never said anything when we
got in they just went to bed. I stood at their doors and whispered
"Goodnight. I love you both." I sat and listened in case they needed me for
anything at all. Mrs Stein called and I told her what had happened. She had
the nerve to say that it was expected. If I had known then I would never
have pushed Paul to do it. It was me who sat feeling guilty for the rest of
the night.
	I saw the light come through the curtains. I had that feeling; well
maybe you have had the same. Because you see the light after staying awake
in the darkness you think you must have fallen asleep at sometime. Your
body and headache tell you different. The only other thought is for coffee
or tea, strong, gallons of it. Both boys came out of there rooms looking as
I did. They wanted to talk. I made coffee for us all. We all sat around
until I asked what was on there minds. " Max told us he loved us then hurt
us. He did thing we liked and disliked. I can still see him doing things,
his touch and." Paul had stopped. I waited to give him as much time as he
needed. " You won't ever hurt me, I mean us will you?" What a question and
all before a mouth of coffee. I took a drink seeing the boys listening
intently. "I have never thought that I would ever get married. The next
stage if you do is children. My, the girl I knew, I loved a great deal. One
day she was gone. I was then after !  some time given the chance to look
after 2 of the most beautiful boys in the world. I fell in love almost
immediately. I could never harm you. It has gone through my mind, and yours
I expect that we have done things that were spoken about in court. I tell
you what I remember telling you some time back. If we never did anything
like that ever again I would still love you as much as I ever will. You are
part of my life now. I hope that one day you will feel the same. I am just
your guardian at the moment so if at any time you want to go or Social
Services wanted you to be with someone else that would happen. Just
remember you have been and are something special in this mans life."
	 I sat looking at the boys who were looking at each other. ""Boys
pick a word. Any word you like." They were both puzzled. "The word you
choose will be yours. If and when you say it I will show you what love
really is. After a while the boys decided on the word "Trust." I smiled and
went to get the things ready to get away. It was not short trip but we
never stopped. As we arrived Paul ran with Peter to the Padlock to open
it. I drove in. After locking up we opened the house up. The curtains had
been left drawn b but it was better to be open. I was checking things out
as the boys unpacked. Still no word, they both went off to look
around. Paul showed Peter around and I looked through the bag of mine to
see if any of the books about children I had could help. I looked through
the large window to see Paul shirtless encouraging Peter to remove
his. Peter making sure no one could see did just that and I could see that
the sun might help his scars. I was also sure that it was goin!  g to take
longer than one week.
	I thought I saw two other boys playing but could have been
mistaken. I decided to take a walk myself. Book in hand I walked to the
cove and sat under the palms being shadowed by the willows as well. I was
almost asleep when peter and Paul cam over to me. I had a tub of cold
drinks, which I thought they needed. Both boys stood in front of me and
called trust. I looked at them both making a move to the other bag.
	I brought out and laid down three large towels. Holding each boy in
turn I put one on each towel leaving the one in the middle clear. I had
both boys on the ground taking there feet in my hands. I threw their
sandals onto the beach. Taking each foot I kissed each toe, foot and calf
till I got to the shorts. Undoing the hook and pulling the zip down the
shorts came off very easily. I took the shirts they carried placing them on
the shorts as well. I started at the top kissing slowly working my way down
till I was sliding their briefs down and kissing what was
underneath. Encouraging the growth of their erections I manipulated the
skin up and down covering the penis with my mouth. When each arched and
bucked forwards I had them cummin at the same time. I sucked them almost
dry each one. I stripped and got between them caressing their bodies until
we were covered in Sand, sweat and sperm. When I eventually cum I sprayed
us all like a garden rose. "I told you I loved you." In the!
 sun I could see them glistening and spent. "If there was 100 men and 1
couple who wanted you boys they would send you to the couple. I knew that
but what the boys did not know was that a couple had already been
approached to have sole custody of the boys. I would just have to enjoy
what we had. I walked back to the house and showered. I saw 2 small hairs
on my penis. I was able to remove them putting them in the last page of my
diary. When clean I sat and pondered over what had happened. I wondered if
it had proved in any way to them that they were loved more than they could
ever know.
	The boys came in looking as though they had been in a shower as
well. In fact they had jumped into the sea before collecting their clothes
to come in. Towel around each other I preferred them to be happy than
sad. I sat with my arms around them closed on each other. Paul was much
better, Peter was just happy to be here. I took them to the bedroom and lay
with them arm in arm. Naked we stroked. Touching wherever we wanted. I
touched them they touched me. It was becoming dark before we got up. I made
a great big plate of sausages, eggs, Beans and chips. Every plate was
cleaned up. 2 slices of bread did the mopping. I had some tea to finish
while the boys had a belching contest with the 2 can of coke they each had.
	That night we all just went back to the same bed. We made love all
night in every different way we could. I allowed them both to fuck me, when
one did it the other sucked me till I did not know what to do. The feelings
were intense. The next morning our appetite was bigger than the previous
day. I cooked eggs and bacon. Cereal plus toast, a whole loaf covered us
three. Finally Tea. It was clear a long walk was needed to empty the
stomachs of all we had eaten.
	Paul and Peter ran ahead splashing through the surf. We all heard a
scream.  I ran towards the noise to see two boys. They were about Paul and
Peters age but one had blood pouring from his foot. I sent Paul for the
first aid kit. The younger boy had got some glass in his foot. I managed to
get it out while Paul went off again with the others to get some water. A
bucket was brought back for the boy's foot. I asked where his parents were?
It seems they were here on their own and they had been camping. I carried
the boy to the house while Paul and peter helped the other boy collect
their things. The boy who cut his foot was called Marcus. I made him call
his mother. I ended up talking to her. She could not collect them because
she had no car. I was going to pass by there home in a few days so offered
to bring them. She was very grateful so it was settled. I strapped his foot
tight and put it upright so he would rest. His brother Nick would stay with
us. Nick and Paul, Marcus and!
 Peter. It was not the best thing but what the hell.
	Even though a nice day we kept our guest company. It had taken its
tool on Marcus because he kept falling asleep. I did some food for us and
thought it would be better if Marcus were to get an early night. I helped
him as he undressed. Tucked him in and never heard another word. Peter
followed to keep an eye on him showing Nick where he could sleep. All were
in bed so I did some reading before turning in myself. Holidays and the sun
always get to you.
	It was late when I hear some movement. I heard a knock. Nicks head
popped round the door. He came into the room. "Are you alright?" "Yes
thanks. He looked around the turned to me "Trust."  I looked at
him. "Pardon>" "I said trust."
	I saw you in the cove with the boys. I watched all the time. I did
not know what to say. Coming towards the small bedside lamp it was a
different person I saw. Hair blond in colour No spots. Green eyes. He got
closer to the bed and I wondered if I should move or leave. Nick stood
right next to me. He untied the string of his shorts asking for help. I did
help him and pulled them down. His white briefs shone in the darkened
room. I sat on the edge of the bed he stood between my legs. He rested his
hand on my shoulders. I could feel the warmth through my body. "Do you want
to take them of?" I said as I held the material at the side. "You choose."
I pulled down till I had a naked boy between my legs briefs around his
ankles. He looked about 12 but his body structure was older, my hands
reached around to take hold of the cheeks below. His face moved forwards
until our lips were less than 1 inch apart. We kissed. I fell back taking
his kissing body with me. "Do to me what you did !  to them." I could feel
his breathing against me. I lay him down moving my lips so that I could
cover every part of him. His penis was not big but just showing the signs
of puberty. Its tip was leaking. I sucked it so as not to was any of the
fluid. Using a forefinger I found the pink spot that was opening on its own
as I suck this junior organ. Nick was getting the idea and began to touch
me. I sucked hard finger now to the knuckle wriggling its tip finding the
pea inside his body. I plucked him internally then found I had made him
whimper. I do not know why but I was trying to find a way to make him
beg. I managed to get rid of the straggling briefs around his ankles. I did
not know if nick was use to this but I began to get hotter and hotter. I
moved on top of Nick after removing my finger. I ground my penis
against. It took one more touch before I felt a slow warm flow of sperm
come from him. He tried to pull my head to him .His lips opened to suck in
my tongue and I splatt!  ered us both. I was out of breath. Nick was
glowing. He took his briefs and climbed next to me after he put them on. I
told him he was silly. He did remove them again but only after I had
started to wank him. This time I got his sweetness inside me. I tried to
persuade him to suck me but clearly he was a novice. He wanted this but so
did I. I have to be honest; no body could be loved by me as much as my two
boys.
	I woke up the next morning to find the bed had one sleeper in it. I
was then engulfed first by Paul then Nick Peter and Hopping Marcus. We all
had a fight as such so I through them all in the shower. I was so tempted
to get in they're with the four naked boys but it was a HARD decision that
made me not. It was such a lot of fun to be there with 4 boys who trusted
me. Even Marcus when I changed his plaster was happy enough to take off his
trousers. He sat there in his boxers while I strapped his foot and secured
it around his calf. I was not sure at all about this because it was not
really anything I had planned or in fact wanted to do the most. Nick and
Marcus were just strange boys who had come to camp. Looking at Marcus,
white boxers having his foot plastered was something that brought strange
feelings of contentment to me.
	I know I had been thinking long and hard as to why the boys had
become a big part of my life. I am sorry but the thought of sex with them
would have been never thought of but now it was something that I could not
do without. I NEEDED Paul and Peter as much as they needed to be looked
after. I had hoped that I had shown them that I would look after and love
them as they wanted and needed someone too. I wished that I could be clever
enough to explain to them that if we never had sex of any kind I would
still want them for who they were. Now the silly part, while Nick and I had
been together I even wondered if they needed me at all. Perhaps they had
been doing things with me just so that I kept them. Ridiculous I know but
thoughts have the strangest way of being true.
	I helped Marcus dress with little resentment; the others got washed
and dressed as well. We had an early meal before we set off. It was a bit
of a squeeze going to Nick and Marcus house but we made it, I carried
Marcus in and Nick unloaded the bags and bikes. Mum was full of thanks
explaining that she had no car so had been worried most of the night. After
we all had a drink, which took an hour we were on our way. I was quite sad
as we left. I had not been thinking of our next step we had to take but it
came to haunt me when I saw Mrs Stein waiting for us upon our return.
	The boys were asked about the trip and got the full story all good
and bad. I spent much of the time sorting the dirty clothes from clean,
unpacking, mainly keeping out of their way. I was left to my own work while
they spoke and Mrs Stein did her usual of writing down almost everything
she heard. I was not surprised at the amount of time she spent with us. It
was as though she had become part of the family. I could not help but
overhear the questions about "How were their lives." "Were they happy?"
"Was anything wrong?" most of the questions were like that. No matter how
much I tried I could not make out the answers the boys gave. It was as
though they whispered their answers but I expect that was paranoia on my
part. I did offer a drink when I was done but Mrs Stein declined. The boys
had a soft drink. I also did my bit about getting ready soon for a bath
because it had been a long day. Mrs Stein gave me a letter to read at my
own pace. She told me that I must not forget to!
 be at the court in 3 days time with the boys. After a quick goodbye we
were alone. I ran a bath allowing the boys the freedom to chat while I read
the letter.

Dear Sir,
	I am Mr Peter's Justice of the court. Upon your visit I will want
to hear all about your involvement wit Paul and Peter. As you know the
Courts does not normally allow a one parent especially a male to take and
look after boy/s. It is nothing to do with you but the law.
	I will be getting a full report from Social services and the school
that the boys attend. I already have letters from their Nan and Aunt with
whom they stayed at a younger age. Because of the circumstances we have had
to get a background check done on you that is part of the impending
case. The boys Peter and Paul will have our interests at hand primarily so
it may be in your interest you have a solicitor at hand for your own
interests.
	There may be reasonable cause to allow you to look after one of the
boys but not both, however in most situations as these, that is the normal
recommendation.
	We therefore require you full cooperation and assistance within
this Matter.

						Yours Sincerely

					Mr John Peter's Justice
					Cathcrell Court house.

	I had to read it several times before it fully sunk in. The boys
bathed, dry, boxers on came to stand next to me. Here I was expecting to
make a choice between them. I may have the chance to look after one or the
other. Two things stood next to me. They were the most precious things I
had. I had to give up one. What would the other think when I choose one not
the other. They had only just found each other and I had to make the choice
to split them apart again all because I was a man and men could not be seen
looking after more than one boy. I hugged and stroked them saying how much
I loved them knowing that in a few days time they both would be
gone. Tonight for me was going to be a long night I got the boys into my
bed for the night. I said I would be up all night doing paperwork so they
should get to sleep. I got a very sweet kiss from them both and not once
did my hand drift to take advantage I had other things on my mind.
	I spoke to a friend who was a solicitor explaining all what had
happened. He told me the same as the letter. "You will not be allowed to
keep them both to look after, if your girlfriend was still their then no
problem." He could not do anything except a good nights sleep. To late, the
light came through the window. I did drift but the boys getting up woke me
and another day began. I wondered if I should let the boys know about the
letter but thought against it because they were fragile enough. I watched
both of them that morning undress, wash and dress again taking in their
beauty. At no second did they object to me looking at them naked or not. We
never spoke except to acknowledge the fact that things had been
completed. Even as they got breakfast I was given coffee. It had slowly
been getting better and today was almost good enough to drink. I walked
with them to school Paul in front Peter holding hands. I had been wondering
all night what I should do. I could take one and !  ensure that the other
kept in contact. Take one and move away to let them both have a fresh
start. But my choice had to be giving them both up. I could never choose, I
could never see them apart and if I had to make that choice then that's
what it would be.
	That evening after making an excuse to work that I was not well I
made a great meal for us all. I got the boys to take off their school
uniforms so that a cleaner could clean and press them for court. I dressed
them in things I chose because it was the last time this could be
done. They both looked great. Paul was starting to look grown up while
Peter was staying just as he was from the first day I saw him. Great food,
drinks plus the over the top part some champagne. It was a family we had
there that evening. I managed to hold hug and kiss them like never before,
after all this was our last night. I did not care about time and it was
easy for us all to pile into the same bed at the end.
	We all managed in our own way to love each other bringing our
bodies to touch each other's. Being naked we did not care, all that
mattered was our love. When after touching each other our penises responded
till the sperm in turn ejaculated on each of us. No worries we had each
other. I allowed my deep feeling of love to express itself; we were all
covered in sweat as well as the seed of love. Neither of us cleaned up we
lay together knowing that what had happened was something we all wanted to
happen. If it was wrong I will take the blame but I then told them about
the letter and the decision I had made. It was quiet and I hoped they
understood why I had to do it.