Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2007 08:28:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Story Writer <feestyoreayes@yahoo.com>
Subject: Adam Dancer Chapter Four

WARNING: This story is fiction and any name element or place in this story
are drawn totally from my own imagination. If you have a problem with
material like this then please do not read it. The chapters include
homosexual explorations by young boys. 

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Chapter Four
Albert and Marvin


"Now boys, don't get mad at me for butting in, but I want to check out
Adam's dance program before I go along with both of you taking lessons.  I
have offered, over and over to take you both to a licensed dance school."
Mavis Green scared her twin thirteen year old sons when she drove and
swiveled her head, facing her sons who were belted up in the back seat of
the black Volvo sedan.

Albert and Marvin were twin brothers.  They wondered if they had done
anything besides going to the toilet, without Mom's supervision.  Maybe it
was because they were adopted from Romania in a very difficult tug of war
with the bureaucrats in Bucharest.  Perhaps it was the developmental delays
that had to be overcome, a product of an orphanage, described in the
kindest terms as a cold warehouse for unwanted children.

"Mama, please stop worrying.  All we want is to learn the basics of dances
so we can stop dreading dances.  It is enough of a problem for us that we
are so small and look like boys ten years old at the best."  Albert tried
to be diplomatic, fighting the urge to just scream.

"You will never be big fellows.  I love you both just the way you are, so
bright and good-looking, but Mama worries a lot because you both were very
sickly boys for quite a while."

"I know Mama." Marvin chimed in. "But if, after talking to Adam and Adam's
Mama, you don't like what you find we will not spend our money on lessons."

"I am impressed with Adam, boys.  He is right about how painfully
uncomfortable it is for boys, lining up on the walls at dances, wishing
they were someplace else."

"Marvin and I want to be popular with girls.  We are not going to be jocks,
unless you mean horse jockeys." Albert said with a laugh.

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Adam's Mom was not going to be able to meet with Mrs. Green in person, but
Mavis and her sons sat in Adam's living room as a pleasant female voice
talked to them on the speaker phone.  She gave a little history of Adam's
dance training and professional roles with the San Francisco Ballet and
their school.

"I am very proud of Adam for reaching out to boys here, Mrs. Green.  Adam
is taking some classes locally, but is a little disconnected from dance.
This project of his is purely for fun and friendship.  He is charging what
amounts to a token fee for him and the girls who will instruct in popular
ballroom dancing styles.  He is a very motivated dancer who sees how dance
helps kids learn discipline and self-confidence."

Mrs. Green was impressed by Adam's Mom, but it was the boy and Greta who
stole her heart.

Adam took the Greens down to his large basement studio. He seated them
across from the mirrored wall and then disappeared.  Suddenly the room was
immersed in a soft golden light, accompanied by an audio fanfare and a fast
tango. Adam and Greta astonished the boys with a flowing and sensual dance,
full of precision and impressive technique.  They segued into a waltz, then
a samba followed by some rock and hip hop.  The Green boys applauded
enthusiastically, knowing that these were not a couple of mediocre
instructors.

When Mrs. Green made a special request for classical ballet, Adam stunned
even Greta with a very emotional and pensive dance to a recording of the
Rachmaninov Vocalise played on the piano. Even without special lighting and
costumes (he wore ballet slippers and shorts), it was compelling and quite
magic.  The boys fought back tears, but their Mama was not so successful.

"Please teach us to dance, Adam," Marvin asked in a voice quite choked up.
He got a nod of approval from Adam and from their mother.

"Mama, could you go on home now?  Albert and I can take it from here with
Adam."  Marvin's voice calmly made this request, but his expressive green
eyes begged.

Mavis Green stood up reluctantly, always the protector.  She held some deep
fears about her dearest loves, her adopted boys who gave special meaning to
her life.  It was difficult for her to even come to terms openly with
herself about a certain fear.  She was frightened of the prospect of her
innocent little boys being homosexual.  And she was uneasy about the
influence of the adorable and talented little ballet dancer named Adam.
She was certain that Adam was homosexual.  But how on earth, she admitted,
will being protective of the beautiful twins change what is not a choice,
but a genetic destiny.

"Thank you, Adam for that wonderful example of your love of dance." Mavis
Green began.  "Clearly, this is going to be a good experience for Albert
and Marvin, so I will leave you to figure out the details without me."

The twin boys beamed as they stood next to Adam and Greta, watching their
Mama drive off.

Greta, realizing that there might need to be some candid boy talk, patted
each tiny boy on the head and rode off on her bike.

As Adam led the extremely cute twin boys back into the house he realized
that these kids were serious about learning to dance.  He wondered why they
hadn't gone the typical route via a dance studio.  He also wondered how on
earth they could be thirteen years old when they looked like, at the
oldest, fifth graders.

"Adam, do you mind if Marvin and I ask you some really personal questions?"
Albert said with his charming middle European accent. He was sitting on
Adam's left, on a living room sofa, smiling gently as the boys flanked the
dancer.

"First, Albert, you and Marvin have to promise to keep what we share here
confidential, because school gossip can be horrible."

"There is already gossip, Adam.  Marvin and I have not had it easy.  Even
though living in America has been a blessing, what happened to us before we
were rescued by Mama has set us back.  Sometimes people think that if you
are little and kind to people, you are somehow homosexual." Albert's
intense look was in counterbalance to the surface impression of fragility.

"Please tell me what happened to you when you were in Europe, boys.  I want
to understand who you are and what you are like.  I also want to be open
with you about myself."  The softness of Adam's voice emphasized his hope
that the lovely brothers would be comfortable in becoming friends with him.

Albert nodded to Marvin for permission to share deep and horrible secrets.
A nod signaled assent to providing a narrative:

We were born thirteen years ago in the Black Sea city of Constanta.  The
country of Romania is both beautiful and hideous.  It sings and dances and
it hides dark pits of horror, pretending that all is well now since the
death and execution of Nicolae Ceausescu.  Our birth mother was one of six
children in a very poor family headed by a dockworker. We are told that she
had an affair with a university student, whose parents denounced him and
his girlfriend when she discovered she was pregnant.

Our mother gave birth to us August 15, 1994.  She was only seventeen,
exiled from her family and desperate.  I do not know if she shed tears for
us as she gave us over to the government.  We were taken to a living hell
of an orphanage in Histria, absurdly surrounded by tourist attractions.

I do not know if this fragile girl, alone on the streets, ever had a moment
of joy and love, but I do know that our mother was found dead in the
Basarab underground Station, in Bucharest.  She died of some sort of
undiagnosed fever, made worse by her addiction to sniffing paint and glue.

Being twins may have saved our lives, or anyway kept us from sinking into a
zombie-like way of life.  We slept and lived in a shared crib, where we
developed our own strange language, which contained token words
occasionally heard from the voices of our indifferent caretakers.  We
learned to play little games together, making toys out of tins and scraps
of wood and metal that dislodged from our pathetic crib.  We amused
ourselves and taught ourselves to laugh and perform the rare songs bored
women sang as they gave the floors a cursory mopping.

Being physically attractive twin boys in the harsh depths of a Romanian
orphanage earned us extra scraps of food from women who still harbored a
maternal instinct.  Unfortunately, men who worked there used food as a
reward for sexual cooperation.  I cannot remember the first time we had our
penises played with, nor when we first sucked on an adult penis for a scrap
of meat.  But there were a parade of men who had little feelings for us,
except as vessels for their ejaculations.

We were not preyed upon by rapists, because we were quite capable
screamers, maybe better described as shriekers. Because of our feistiness,
we were never buggered by any men We also received affection from strange
sources.

When we were five years old, Costica, a twelve year old son of the
building's carpenter came into the room to find a lost tool.  He seemed a
gentle sort who hated going into our ward, which reeked of terrible odors
of body waste. He was astonished to hear little orphans prattling on to one
another.  He got close to us and realized he understood perhaps one word in
a hundred that our high little voices expressed. He learned our Romanian
names, I was Calin and Marvin was called Rica, and addressed us by name to
our astonishment.  It was further astonishing that this sweet little boy
could tell us apart.

Costica took us out of the institution for impromptu outings, often to a
park or the astonishing beach.  For us, I was like going into another
exciting world.

Our favorite moments were drinking tea with Costica as he sang to us or
told us stories. Such a simple pleasure, never even contemplated in our
dreams. In this way, we learned our native language, filtered through the
teachings of an illiterate but wise boy.

Each time Costica took us out of a children's hell, he managed to bathe us
and shampoo our ragged and unruly hair, making us look quite a bit less
feral.  He dressed us in his family's hand-me-downs for our jaunts.  Sadly,
our dear Costica had to strip us of our civilized clothing when we were
returned.

Costica's motives were not exactly pure when he first took us out.  He was
a self-taught artist, who did impressive work in ink and pencil sketches.
He wanted nude male models to help him improve his skills at graphically
portraying the young male form, which he preferred.  Most of our posing was
done outdoors in secluded places.  He thought we were quite beautiful.

Often, he put us together in innocent poses and more often, he had us pose
solo.  The first time, he asked Rica to play with his tiny penis to make it
erect.  Rica got bored, allowing his penis to go soft, which set Costica to
try to stimulate my brother.  It was not forced nor harsh, so I was not
alarmed when Costica lay Rica on his back on the lush grass and bent to
suck Rica's soon to be erect penis.  We were terribly naïve, assuming this
is what boys who are friends do for one another.  In my five year old mind,
I saw it as casual and sweet, far different from the grunting and
ejaculating men we performed fellatio upon.

In our shared crib, Rica and I got in the ritual of a goodnight kiss and
cuddle.  We would end the ritual with fellatio, learning from trial and
error that we could suck one another's penis at the same time.  It was a
rudimentary form of expressing affection.  Our primitive libidos were not
products of deep thought.  At age five we still coveted closeness with
females of our age, but, alas, we had not opportunities.  Our only overt
teacher of socialization was our dear little twelve year old homosexual
friend, Costica.

One very wonderful day, Costica sped into our ward with fresh and lovely
shirts, trousers, socks and shoes.  He was almost hyperventilating as he
washed off our faces and bodies and dressed us in this new finery.  We
suddenly looked quite attractive and civilized when Costica put us near a
window, turning us until he liked how the golden light played gently across
our faces.  He found a white sheet and secured it to his portable drawing
easel. He was determined to use the sheet to get lighter shadows on the
sides of our faces away from the window.  We had no idea where Costica got
the splendid camera, but we discovered, from Mama, that Costica was taught
to photograph candidates for adoption.  He was a gifted photographer, and
quite capable of processing film and creating prints.

Costica wheedled his way into the affections of the institution's main
adoptions bureaucrat by flirting with him and ultimately submitting to anal
intercourse with the man.  This is how the boy got his photography job and
access to the photography equipment.  Costica became our secret advocate,
luring the administrator into telling him about an American couple seeking
a boy to adopt.

Costica had memorized the names of the American couple.  They were in room
307 in the Hotel Royal, scheduled to visit the institution the next day.
He was desperate enough to flirt with a hotel guest who seemed to
understand both English and Romanian.  He knew the man coveted his young
male body by the way he eyed Costica's bottom.

"Hey little boy, are you a guest here?" the man said rudely.

"No sir.  I need a favor from you, though." The twelve year old said with a
tremble in his voice.

The man agreed to write the boy a note to accompany our picture, in
exchange for some sex.  Costica tried to act aroused, but his soft penis
precluded the man fellating Costica.  Instead, Costica gave the man from
Canada a blowjob and received the man's penis in his anus.

That evening, the Greens found an envelope slid under the hotel room door.

"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Green.  The boys in the photograph live in the
orphanage.  They are the brightest and most loving of all the boys in the
place.  Please ask to see twin brothers Rica and Calin.  They are five
years old and know lots of songs."

"Oh Brett, these boys are beautiful.  They seem alert and relatively
healthy."

"Mavis, these government bastards may have their agendas, but I suspect
someone decent slipped this note to us.  Let's pretend ignorance and say we
were wondering if they had twins." Brett had a tough time not breaking out
into tears.

The next morning Mavis developed a surprisingly friendly rapport with the
woman who was guiding them through the book of photographs.  Mavis learned
that being socially deferential reduced barriers.

"I was wondering Helga. We worry about boys feeling lonely, so do you have
any young twins?" Mavis thought she gave a good opening.

"Mrs. Green. We have twin boys, but they may be too old." Helga responded.
"Our photographer took a picture of Calin and Rica." The wiry, middle-aged
woman found the picture that the Greens had already seen.

"Ah," said Brett.  "They are lovely boys.  They look to be younger.  How is
their health?"

"They are healthy boys, Mr. Green. Costica here can go get them, if you
wish."

Costica, of course was a step ahead of everyone, having bathed and groomed
my brother Rica and me.  The little boys were sitting patiently in the wood
shop, Enjoying the smell of the lumber and the taste of biscuits supplied
by Costica's father, Ernst.

Mama and Papa swept us off our feet, falling instantly in love with us.  We
were on a flight to San Francisco within the month, where a battery of
medical tests told our new parents that we were bright, friendly and
basically healthy.  We were very undernourished and our physical
development was delayed.  We were going to be quite short. Little did we
know that puberty might occur when we were in college.

"Man, you guys are wonderful and amazing!" Adam enthused.  I can see you
jerks are hetero, damn it."  Adam said with a grin.

"Yes, we are, Adam, but I think we both were not a bit hurt by having
Costica give us blowjobs.  We both like you a lot but think you deserve gay
boys with a little more hanging between their legs."

"You both are sweet, but I doubt if I will ever suck your cocks, because
most of the sexual excitement I get from going down on a boy is making him
feel good."

"We are still virgins with girls, Adam.  We may be tiny, but we are
amazingly horny.  This is why we want to be real good dancers."  Marvin
explained.

"Do you still suck each other off?" Adam asked.

"We hate to jerk off, so yeah we still blow each other.  It is sort of like
sucking your own penis." Albert said with no sense of shame.

"Wow, sucking your own penis!  Now what limber dancer do you suppose can
suck his own dick?" Adam said with a grin that made his beautiful eyes seem
to light up.  "Not!  You are such a liar!" Marvin said, realizing that he
and Albert got within half a tongue's length one boring night.

"Want a demonstration?" Adam generously offered.

"What do you expect in return?" Marvin asked cautiously.

"Just give me a standing ovation!" Adam yelped.


They may not have been gay, but the Green boys were quite curious about
Adam's claim to being able to suck his own penis.  The boys trooped up to
Adam's bedroom in what one could describe as haste.

"Adam, you are such a cool guy!" Albert offered as they all sat on Adam's
ridiculously huge bed.  "I like how we can be so open with each other,

"It works both ways.  I really am flattered that you risked telling me
about your lives in Romania."

Adam quickly stripped, tossing his shirt, shorts and undies on top of
Yosemite Sam and Tweety Pie.  He lay on his back, stretching his legs and
back until he was ready.  The audience was still dubious about Adam blowing
himself, because they saw that Adams erect penis was actually marginally
smaller than their circumcised stiffies.

Adam placed his hands on his hips and lifted his torso, until it was over
his face.  Adam held the cheeks of his little bottom and pushed, letting
gravity work for him.  His knees straddled his head as the tiny erection
closed in on his now open mouth.  Two European boys gasped as Adam's penis
head entered his mouth.

"The Eagle has landed!"  he blurted before starting to lick the glans of
his own penis.  His lips surrounded the penis head and a little of the
shaft.  It was too painful to pump his penis in and out, so the stimulation
of sucking and licking would have to be used to induce an orgasm.  Oddly,
playing exhibitionist to two very cute straight boys added mightily to his
sexual excitement.  He did not have the opportunity to look at Albert and
Marvin, but perhaps they might be a tad bisexual, judging by their erect
cocks which stretched the front of their shorts.

Adam licked the clear natural lubricant liquid from the slit that oozed
more than usual, suggesting that Adam was soon going to have semen with
more substance and certainly more sperm.  The Green boys surprised Adam by
gently caressing his ribs and back.  They were not amused or shocked as
much as flattered that Adam would allow them to witness such a very
intimate form of self- stimulation.  They almost yielded to the desire to
cheer and applaud when Adam ejaculated into his own mouth, but instead
kissed this darling little friend on his facial cheeks as he let his
throbbing penis rest in his now passive mouth.

Albert insisted on giving the sexually sated, but back-weary boy a back
massage.  This was very pleasant for Adam, helping the lumbar muscles
relax.

When Albert and Marvin left Adam's home, they had won the opportunity to
learn to dance.  Adam have stolen their hearts in the bargain.



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