Date: Fri, 21 Jul 2000 17:07:00 -0500 From: fsw99 Subject: One Big Happy Family Chapter 1 Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Don't read this story if: **You're not 18 or over, **If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, **Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me in Young Friends ("Matt and Mike" 3/24/00 and "New Neighbor" 12/17/99), Incest ("My New Life" 12/18/99) and Adult Youth ("Sam Finds a New Father" 12/16/99 and "Billy and Jim" 12/13/99). E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: fsw99@mindspring.com. ONE BIG HAPPY FAMILY First, I guess I should explain what I am trying to do with this story. I had many, many responses to my last story, "Matt and Mike". Once the boys kicked me out and took over the writing, I kind of missed continuing the story. But, we were up to date in their lives, so I had a choice of letting the story die or starting another one. I always respond to every reader's comments, even the guy who said I didn't have any talent and was a "shit writer", among other things, and used lots of four letter words. I started asking responder's ages, and when I found that several were young like M&M, I formed a pen pal club, where I was the only adult member. From this club, I want to introduce Phill, 17, and Ed, 16, from England, Keith, 16, from Los Angeles, his two cousins Mark, 18, and Alex, 17, also from LA, and Isaiah, 16, from Chicago. They will be the new subjects of this story, along with M&M and myself. All the other characters are completely made up. Very little of this is real, but the boys got to help me design the story and contributed about what their character would do in certain situations. We discuss the story using ICQ, and all come to an agreement on how the story should progress. Not based on real facts like M&M, but not just one guy's fantasy either. The gay bashing of Keith is real. Many of the aspects of Keith's lifestyle are real, as he is very rich and we all hate him for it. (Just kidding, Keith.) Since I have learned a lot about the boys by talking so much to them, I also try and add things about their real life in the story as much as I can. Once they tell me something that happens in real life, I am usually pretty good in remembering it, and I will try to use it in the story somehow, just to make the story as real as I can. Especially if I can embarrass them with it. Phill, make sure you read this, OK? Speaking of Phill, he is trying his hand at writing his first story. Please read it and give him some support with your e-mails. His story is called "Robbie and Phill" in the High School section on Nifty. I edited it for him, so any mistakes are mine. He is doing a great job, and your comments will make him want to continue his writing. I became good friends with all the guys. I have known M&M, Phill, and Keith lots longer, so we are better friends. Phill was kind of shy around me at first, and now enjoys busting my chops any time he can. Keith was NEVER shy, so I have been getting shit from him almost from day one. I really enjoy it. I have to go to Chicago on business soon, and Isaiah and I plan to meet for dinner. I am still trying to get to know Ed, but he is kind of bashful and reserved. I hope to get there, though. If you see me pick on them in the story, it is just good, clean fun. Hey, they pick on me in real life, so just think about this as payback time, guys. Hehehehe. JUST WAIT!!! PAYBACK IS HELL! One more thing, before the story finally starts. The pen pal club is still accepting new members. All it takes is a willingness to make new friends and the ability to download ICQ. E-mail me if you are interested. Don't do it if you can't take kidding though. This can be a kind of tough crowd. I never start any of the kidding you understand. Me? No way!!! hehehehe I hope you all like the story. Chapter One Life is really funny sometimes. For a long time, I was by myself almost 24 hours a day, and now I have kids running constantly through my house. How my life changed for the better is what this story is all about. I have always loved sports, and coached softball and basketball teams for many years. I coached in independent leagues, company leagues, and church leagues. When I found my own skills were no longer competitive to allow me to keep playing, I started coaching the boys teams at my church. Seeing the boys improve and do well helped me get over the withdrawal pains of no longer playing myself. I guess my life started to change for the better when I met Robbie. He was 12, and tall for his age. He was already a pretty good basketball player, but almost painfully shy. I made him a special project of mine, and was determined to make him come out of his shell. Robbie was often late for practice, which was 3 times a week. On Wednesday, I finally asked him why he was always late. "Robbie, you have to start getting here on time. What is the problem?", I asked. "Mom works the late shift, Coach. I have to walk and it is pretty far.", Robbie replied. "Well, that is not a problem. I will give you a ride home tonight after practice and find out where you live and I can pick you up on my way over here. How does that sound?", I asked. "That would be great, Coach. Thanks a lot.", he answered, giving me a big smile and running over to where his teammates were warming up. I was captivated my his smile. That was the first time I had ever seen him seem really happy. That just made me more determined to get to know him and become his friend. I made them practice extra hard today. I installed a 1-2-1-1 trapping half court press, and ran them until their tongues were dragging the ground. They really had picked up the press better than I had first expected, though, and I told them after we had finished. They all had happy smiles on their faces from the praise I had given them. Robbie had really done well today, and I put my arm around his shoulder and told him that as we walked to the car. The object of the press is to have the lead guard force whoever has the ball towards one side or the other at center court. Then, the other guard on that side and the lead guard would double team whoever had the ball on one side or the other of the half court line. The offensive man would be trapped before he could get the ball over the line in 10 seconds, or be trapped against the line and the out of bounds line, and not be able to throw it backwards. Robbie was the next layer of defense, and behind him was our center. Robbie's job was to intercept any passes from whoever had the ball as he tried to escape our trap. He had to roam all over the court, which he did brilliantly. He intercepted many of the desperation passes, and if he was not successful, always hustled back to help the center guard anyone who had escaped our trap. Robbie was beaming as I let him into my car. He really opened up on the way to his house, chatting almost non-stop. Who was this new kid? I didn't care, I liked him much better than the old Robbie. I was amazed when we headed towards my house. It turned out that Robbie lived only five blocks from my house. "Robbie, I don't think picking you up is going to work out. This is just too far out of my way.", I kidded. Robbie's spirits immediately fell. I could see the disappointment in his eyes, and I didn't want my joke to go to far. "I am kidding, Robbie. Let me show you where I live.", I said, driving by his house towards mine. We pulled into my driveway quickly. "This is where I live, Robbie. Want to come in for a minute? I need something to drink. How about you?", I asked. "Sure, Coach, that would be great. I am really thirsty after running so much during today's practice.", Robbie said, obviously pleased that I was kidding him. I got us a can of diet coke each and showed him around my house. It was a much bigger house than a single man needed, but I had bought it when I was still married to my wife, and we were thinking about starting a family. But then, we discovered that she could not have children, she had found someone else that she loved more than me, and we had quietly divorced. I don't know why I hadn't sold the house and moved on, but it was still mine. Robbie was especially thrilled when he saw my office. I had turned the master bedroom into my office, and I had two PC's at different desks, and both were internet ready. "Do you have any games on either one of these, Coach?" Robbie asked. "Sure, Robbie. Let me turn this one on and show you where they are. Then, I can check my messages on the other one.", I answered. Robbie was completely happy to be able to play the various computer games I had installed while I worked for a while. I had finally read all of the e-mail messages except one, and it was really good news. "All right!", I exclaimed. "What is it?", Robbie asked, walking over to where I was. "My latest book is selling lots better than what I had expected. I might not have to starve this winter after all.", I answered kidingly. "You are a writer? I didn't know that.", Robbie said. "Yeah, I write adventure stories about a character named Adam Steele. Would you like to read one of my books, Robbie? I don't know if you would like it, but you can if you want to.", I answered. "Thanks. I would really like that.", Robbie answered. I went to the closet, and got out one of the first copies that my publisher had sent to me when it was first published, opened the cover, and signed it especially for Robbie. I handed it to him, and he was beaming once more. "Thanks a lot, Coach. I'll bet it is a great book.", he said. "I think I will read some of it instead of playing the games. Is that OK?" he asked. "Sure, Robbie, that would be fine with me. I will even fix us some supper in a little while if you want to eat dinner with me. Your mother is working late, isn't she?", I asked. "Yeah. She won't get home until after midnight. I would love to eat dinner with you. Is it all right if I call my Mom and tell her where I am?", Robbie asked. "Sure. Use the phone by my desk. It uses either line, and I can still stay on the internet and send back my reply. I'll be glad to talk to your Mom if she wants to speak to me.", I answered. He called and she did want to speak to me. She asked me all kinds of questions, until I finally convinced her that I was not some child molester after her son. She had a right to be suspicious, but she almost went overboard. She finally agreed that Robbie could eat dinner with me, but he had to still be in bed by 10 o'clock, since it was a school night. I agreed, and promised to have him home before then. Robbie settled down with my book, and I finished my last e-mail message, and actually got some work done on my new book. I have been accused of stealing my character from many other author's characters, and the accusations are mostly true. Adam Steele is mostly a combination of Indiana Jones and Dirk Pitt from Clive Cussler, but all of Adam's adventures are on land, where Dirk's are under water. I didn't care, as long as my books sold and made money, others could cut me down about where I invented my character from all they wanted. Robbie was so quiet, I almost forgot he was here. I had almost finished a complete chapter, when I heard him stir a little. "Anything the matter, Robbie?", I asked. "No, it is just that Adam almost got caught in the cave in. I thought he was dead for sure. This book is great," Robbie exclaimed. I was impressed by how fast Robbie read. That scene was at least fifty pages into the book. I was also happy that he liked my story. I slipped out of the room, and got out some hamburger meat for supper. I started to defrost the meat in the microwave, got two more cokes, and quietly came back into my office. I don't think Robbie even noticed I was gone, he was into the book. He jumped a little when I sat down another diet coke in front of him, but he just smiled and said, "Thanks, Coach. I finished the other one a long time ago. I didn't want to act impolite and ask for another one." "You don't have to be that way around here, Robbie. If you want something else to drink, don't be shy. Ask. The only thing I would have done is made you go get us the cokes. It would have saved me from getting up on these feeble old legs and having to hobble into the kitchen," I answered. That got a giggle out of Robbie, and it was nice to hear him laugh. He no longer acted like the shy little boy he had been earlier. I finished the new chapter and went to start the grill. Robbie didn't even look up as I left. I had made the hamburger patties and had them cooking on the grill and was slicing up a tomato when Robbie walked in. "Hi. What do you think about the book?", I asked, hoping he still liked it. "It is awesome. I have never read something like this before. I just decided to come in here and be with you while I read. Is that all right?" he asked. "Sure, Robbie. I would like to have your company, even if your nose is stuck in my book. I am glad you like it so much," I answered. And, I was glad. I was actually bubbling over inside that a 12 year old boy could like my writing as much as he seemed to. I continued to watch the hamburgers and Robbie continued to read at the kitchen table. I got a chance to look at Robbie for a long time, without him knowing I was staring. He was a good looking boy, short brown hair parted on the left side, brown eyes, and an almost pretty face. His body was not heavily muscled, but looked to be in excellent shape. I knew from basketball practice that he could run all day and not seem to be tired. He still had on his basketball practice jersey and shorts, so I could see that his arms and chest were firm and would be muscled in the near future. I was thinking that at the start of today's practice, I had made a promise to myself that I would try to get Robbie over his shyness. He sure didn't seem shy now. It is amazing what a little attention can do for a boy. I walked over to the sink, and started to cut up a little lettuce for the hamburgers. I got out some pickles from the refrigerator and started to place tomato slices, lettuce, and pickles on a platter. I glanced over at Robbie once more to see if he was still enjoying the book. He was staring at the book like he didn't know I was even in the room. >From this new angle, I could also see his legs, which were wide open as he had his elbows on the table to help support the book. His baggy gym shorts had been pulled up from sitting on the kitchen chair, and I could clearly see the white of his underwear through the leg opening of his shorts. I immediately forced my eyes away, but found myself returning to look once more. I was totally confused. I had always been a totally straight male. I had never even fooled around with other boys when I was Robbie's age, like most boys do as they grow up. My wife and I had a perfectly normal sex life while we had been married, and in fact, I had wanted sex far more than she did. Now, I found myself wanting to look at a couple of inches of white underwear showing under the leg of Robbie's shorts. I mentally slapped myself a couple of times, and went out and flipped the burgers over. I stayed out by the grill until the burgers were finished. I tried to understand what had just happened inside, but I couldn't. The burgers were finally done, so I loaded them onto a platter and went back into the kitchen. "Time to eat, Robbie.", I said. Robbie quickly flipped over the next several pages, and said, "I only have three more pages to go in this chapter. Can I finish it? Please?" Secretly, I was overjoyed. "Sure, buddy. How can I tell one of my fans to put down my book when he is enjoying it so much? You are enjoying it, aren't you?", I asked. "Yeah, I really am. Thanks for giving me the book. I'll keep it for the rest of my life. This is the best story I have ever read.", he answered, beaming again. Man, I would do anything for one of those smiles. I grinned back, and started to make us both a loaded hamburger. If he didn't like it the way I fixed it, tough luck! I always used catchup and spicy mustard on the onion bun, and put both Worcestershire sauce and a little bit of tabasco sauce in the meat before grilling them. That made the flavor come out exactly the way I liked it. I finished two burgers, and put both pickles and french fries I had just taken out off the deep fryer on his plate. He finished the chapter right as I was finishing up, and ran over to get his plate. I watched as he bit into the burger for the first time. His eyes got big, as he absorbed the flavors all mixed together. "This is great!", he almost yelled, and dug in like he hadn't eaten in days. When I cook hamburger patties, I usually cook enough for several lunches and maybe one more dinner. I cook for a single adult, so I like big burger patties, usually about a quarter to a third of a pound each. Tonight, I cooked seven patties. I ate one. Robbie ate three. I had three left. I was happy. Robbie was stuffed!!!!! I was clearing the dishes and putting them into the dishwasher while Robbie tried to decide if he could still walk after all he had eaten. "I feel like I want to just lay down somewhere and go to sleep. I know I ate too much, but it was soooo good! Thanks for letting me eat with you. Mom tries hard, and she cooks when she is off work, but I get so tired of defrosting something that she cooked last week for dinner. Thanks.", he said, as he ran over and hugged me tight. I couldn't help it. I fell in love with him right then. I hugged him back with just as much enthusiasm. "You don't have to thank me, Robbie, I enjoyed your company. I really did. I am really lonely here all by myself all day. I can go days and not see anybody else, except for basketball practice.", I answered. "You are lonely, too? I almost go out of my mind at night wishing I had someone to talk to. Can I call you some time? Can I come over here every now and then?" he asked, his eyes wide. "Robbie, you are welcome here any time you want. As long as you stay as quiet as you were today, I can work and you can read. You also can call me anytime you want if you are lonely. I will give you my card that has my phone number. Any time you need anything, even if you are just lonely, call me, OK?" I answered. I went to the box that held all my business cards, took one out, and handed it to Robbie. He just stared at it, and then I could tell he was starting to cry. "Robbie, what is it? What's wrong?", I asked, concerned. I tried to pull him towards me, but he resisted. "It's nothing. Just leave me alone, OK?", he almost shouted, as he spun away from me. I didn't give up. I just walked up to him and forcibly turned him around. I grabbed him by the shoulders, and made him look up at me. "No, I will not leave you alone. If we are going to be friends, there is one thing I demand, and that is we always have to tell each other the truth. Even if it hurts. You also have the same privilege. You can ask me anything you want, and I will tell you the truth. Now, TELL ME what is bothering you!" I said. Robbie just looked up at me for a long time, with tears streaming down his cheeks. I guess he was still trying to decide if he trusted me or not. Then, the wall he had built to hide his hurt crumbled in one mighty crash, and he almost collapsed in my arms, as he cried uncontrollably. I sure didn't expect this. I was completely caught off guard. All I could do was half pick up, half drag, this 12 year old boy to one of the kitchen chairs, sit down, and pull him into my lap. I hugged him to me, as I asked, "Robbie, you have to tell me what is wrong if I am going to help you. And, I want to help you. Tell me, DAMMIT!" "You want to know? OK, let me up and I will tell you what you want to know, OK?" he yelled, forcing himself out of my lap. This was the first sign of aggression I had seen in him. He was like a different boy. He now had a facial appearance of an aggressor. No more timid little boy here. "I am smarter than the other kids in my class. I know more, so I get picked on because of it. I have only been in this school for less than two years, so I get picked on because of it. I don't have any real friends. Mom works four days on, four days off. When she works, I am at home by myself, all the time. I go to bed before she gets home. I go to school before she gets up. When she is off, all she wants to do is go to bed early to catch up on the sleep she missed on the other four days. I am by myself so much of the time, I am ready to find a gun and blow my brains out!!! Is that enough for you right now????", he yelled, as he ran out of the room. Comments can be sent to fsw99@mindspring.com