Date: Mon, 04 Sep 2000 13:44:55 -0500 From: fsw99 Subject: Chapter 21 of One Big Happy Family 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. Chapter Twenty One "Isaiah, I hope you don't mind sleeping in this bed with me. I have never slept here before, either, and I didn't realize it was just a double bed. It is going to be kind of close, you know?" Ed said. "Look Ed, we are friends, right? OK, so we are both gay, but that doesn't mean either of us is going to make a move on the other person. I like you, and I think you like me. So what is the big deal? All we are going to do is go to sleep. I am lots smaller than you are, so I won't take up much room," Isaiah answered. That was true. Isaiah only stood five feet two. Height wasn't one of Isaiah's strengths. But inside, he was LOTS bigger than outside. "OK by me, but I am used to only sleeping in my underwear. Is that all right with you?" "Sure, I do the same. It isn't a big deal with me at all. If the band takes off, we are going to have to share beds all the time, or maybe all of us sleep together on the floor. Who knows?" Isaiah said, as he kicked off his shoes and removed his socks. "I have a good feeling about us. I think we may really get to be a good band," he said, as he removed his shorts. Ed glanced at Isaiah, and blushed BIG time. He had a crush on Isaiah ever since they had met, and now they were going to SLEEP together! How was he going to handle himself? All he needed was to get an erection where Isaiah could see it, and he would die of embarrassment. What Ed didn't know was Isaiah had the same kind of thoughts. He really liked Ed too, ever since they had first started rehearsing. Isaiah and Ed shared the same microphone in lots of songs, so their faces were only inches apart when they sang together. There were lots of harmony parts to both Styx and Boston, so there were usually many opportunities for them to get close. Ed was close to six feet tall, though, and Isaiah felt dominated by his size, even though Isaiah was an extrovert and very outgoing and Ed was definitely an introvert. Isaiah finally removed his shirt, and stood in front of Ed in nothing but his white briefs. The difference between Isaiah's caramel colored skin and the brilliant white of his briefs almost took Ed's breath away. He tried not to stare, but tripped taking off his own shorts and almost fell on the floor. (This is my story, and I tend to get up on a soapbox every so often. This is one of those times. I just got back from a vacation in Florida. I am Caucasian, have no idea of the mix, and have the darkest tan of my life. REALLY dark! I had laid out by the community pool for weeks before we went, making sure I wouldn't burn. I was on #2 sun block the first day. I used just oil the rest of the week. My friends and family called me the "dark spot". I have a picture of my son, a friend and I on a boat deep sea fishing. My son and I have our shirts off. You can see them really well. You can see my eyes and teeth, and the rest is almost too dark to see. Doesn't it seem ironic that we, as a country, discriminate against blacks and hispanics because of their skin color and then spend so much time and money going to the beach, the pool, and tanning beds, trying to get darker like them? Once we get home, lots of our sports idols are black people. We want to wear the shoes and clothes they wear and drink the same drinks they do. John Rocker of the Atlanta Braves hates anyone who is not a red neck from South Georgia, but he gets standing ovations most places he pitches, even on the road a lot of the time. We kind of live in a fucked up country, don't we?) "Ed, are you all right?" Isaiah asked. "Yeah, I am fine. I am just kind of clumsy," he said, blushing deeply. Ed is blonde (he just doesn't have the blonde brain disease like Keith - hehehe), and blushing really shows easily with blondes. Isaiah picked it up immediately. "Don't worry about it, Ed. Anyone could trip trying to take off their shorts standing up. Sit down next to me and it will be lots easier getting undressed," Isaiah said. Ed did as he was told and finished removing his shorts. He looked over at Isaiah and hesitated, but then pulled his t-shirt up and over his head. Isaiah couldn't help himself, he sneaked a peak at Ed's chest as he was removing his shirt and was impressed. "Really nice looking chest, good pec definition," Isaiah thought to himself. "What side of the bed do you want, Isaiah?" Ed asked. "I don't care. It is your bed." "Well, I guess I will take the other side," Ed said, anxious to get away from Isaiah before he got excited and let something show he didn't want to. Ed stood up and walked around the bed. The underwear material attached to the elastic band at the top was torn in several places, one spot three or four inches long. "Man, Ed, I don't want to embarrass you, but you better get some new underwear soon, or you might lose them when they fall down on their own," Isaiah said, pointing to the back of Ed's briefs. Ed saw where Isaiah was pointing to, and whirled around to see for himself. He again blushed almost scarlet when he saw the huge rip. "My last two foster parents didn't spend hardly any money on Paul or myself. These briefs are hand me downs they got from some other family. So are lots of our other clothes. They both said that we were lucky to have any clothes at all. We don't have much choice than to wear whatever we are given," he answered. "Hey, I don't care. You can sleep naked if you want. In fact, I might like that. I am sure that when you start to live with Stan, he will make sure you and Paul have new clothes to start school in," Isaiah replied. Ed blushed once more when Isaiah said he might like it if Ed slept naked, but didn't comment. He just continued to walk across to his side of the bed, and slipped under the sheet. He didn't meet Isaiah's eyes any more before climbing into bed, which gave Isaiah the opportunity to get his eyes kind of wander. Especially between Ed's legs. He liked what he saw. He REALLY liked what he saw. Ed was an introvert, and there was no way he would ever make the first move on Isaiah. Isaiah was an extrovert, but he was also kind of shy, unless he was performing. Then, he turned into a tiger. Both boys had absolutely no experience with other boys, and were unsure of themselves. But, they really liked each other now, and like would gradually grow to love. It would take some very special circumstances before either boy would ever let the other know what they felt for each other. Sorry! Not in this chapter. Got to keep reading. It should be worth it. Better make sure you have the first Boston and Styx Greatest Hits CD's though. Lots of references and song lyrics to follow. (I have made a deal with both bands and get commissions for each CD I get you to buy - hehehehe) **************************** "Phill, I am not sleepy yet. I want to fast forward some of the songs to the dual guitar parts and let you listen to them with me. Those will be the hardest parts for us to learn. You want to get undressed now, or wait until we are ready to go to bed?" Robbie asked. Phill didn't have to think at all. He could see Robbie undressed for an hour or more, walking around the room in almost no clothing, or wait until he was about to get under the covers. "Erm, lets see, which would I rather do?" Phill thought to himself. "Let's get undressed now," he quickly said. "It is a little bit hot down here, and I think I would learn the songs a lot quicker if I was comfortable." (Yeah right, Phill! Who do you think you are kidding? No more subway or train rides for you for a month!! - hehehe) "Fine with me. The air conditioning is on, but it does get a little stuffy down here at night," Robbie answered. Really, Robbie was no different than Phill. He also wanted to see as much of Phill's body as possible. (But, Robbie is made up, so I can't tease him like I can Phill.) So, he was happy to start removing his clothes, as long as Phill was going to do the same. Both boys sat side by side on the bed as they started to undress, sneaking quick peeks at each other the whole time. There was an old commercial years ago, maybe for alka seltzer, where they sang "Anticipation". Anticipation was a good term to describe each of the boys as they waited for the other to remove as many of his clothes as he was going to. Maybe eager anticipation is better. Both quickly stripped down to nothing but their shorts, and paused for a moment to see who would make the next move. "Boy, I wish Phill would just go ahead and strip all the way like Matt and Mike do," Robbie thought to himself, as his hands went to his waist. "I don't think there is much chance he will do that, but I can hope, can't I?" he thought, as he unsnapped and unzipped the shorts, finally pulling them down and off. Phill had been wearing boxer shorts for years, and even when he had worn briefs when he was younger, they had been y fronts. He had never seen typical American briefs before that had the double lines down the front and sure hadn't seen Robbie wearing just underwear at all, so he stared a little too long. Robbie noticed, of course. He was secretly glad that Phill did show an interest in him. He was already praying that Phill might be gay, too, because he was quickly falling in love with him. But, he wanted to see Phill undressed, too. "Uhm, are you going to get undressed, too? This was your idea, you know," Robbie kidded him. "Oh sorry. Sorry! I don't know where my mind went," Phill said, blushing fiercely, as he quickly pulled off his own shorts. "Wow, nice boxers, Phill. I have been thinking about asking my Mom to buy me some," Robbie said. "I kind of like the extra support that briefs gives you, though." "I really like the look of your briefs. I have never seen any yank underwear, and I guess that is why I stared. You look good in them. I mean, erm, well, you know what I mean," Phill stammered, blushing again. "Hey, it's no big deal. I understand. Come on and let's listen to some of these songs. I can't wait for us to start learning these parts together," Robbie said, with a little smile on his face. Phill did seem interested in him. Phill seemed VERY interested. Robbie was secretly thrilled. They stayed up about two more hours, listening to parts of a song, reversing back, and listening once more. Over and over and over. The only thing required was their ears and brain, so each of their eyes continued to wander over the other as the night got later. Phill was beginning to memorize more and more of each song. It would take him a while to get caught up with the rest of the band, but he was having a great time so far, and would spend as much time as it required to become a member. Phill was also feeling more and more for Robbie as they got closer to each other during the process. Finally, both of them were tired, and it was time for bed. "Which side do you want, Phill?" Robbie asked. "I don't care. This one is fine with me," Phill answered. "OK. When everyone is awake, I want to try and play some of the guitar parts before we start to rehearse with the whole band tomorrow, all right with you? I have a really good feeling about us playing together. I really like you a lot already, and we just met today," Robbie said. "Man, Robbie, why did you have to say that?" Phill asked, turning away. "What? What did I say?" Robbie asked, coming back over to Phill's side of the bed. "Robbie, I didn't know when I was going to tell you this, but I have to do it now. I can't lie to you. I really like you, too, and I can't risk losing your friendship if you find out from someone else," Phill said, almost in tears. "Phill, I don't have a clue what you are talking about," Robbie answered. "Robbie, I am gay. I met a boy named Keith a little over a week ago in London. It is a long story, but he fell in love with me. I think I love him, too. At least I did before I met you. I had to tell you before we went to bed. If you don't want to sleep with me now, I will understand and just go home, OK?" Phill asked. "Oh," Robbie said, hiding his eyes and walking slowly back to his side of the bed. "Look, you said you like me already. I really like you, too. Don't hate me because I am gay. It isn't something I chose, it is just who I am," Phill said, coming closer to Robbie, and really starting to tear up. Robbie turned around and looked Phill in the eye. "I don't hate you. I am gay, too. I just have never had a boyfriend my own age before, and I thought I was already falling in love with you. But, you already have a boyfriend. I am just disappointed, that's all," he said, as tears slowly started creeping down his cheeks. "You thought you loved me already? I was feeling the same way. I just don't know what to do. I thought I loved Keith before I met you. But now, I really feel that we are right for each other. I have promised Keith that we will be together when he gets back from London. I am all mixed up," Phill said, pulling Robbie to him. "I feel the same way," Robbie answered. They just held each other tightly and swayed back and forth. This was the first physical contact other than shaking hands they had done, but the same electricity was there. Each of them buried their heads in each others shoulders, and held on for dear life. They each knew instantly that this is what they both wanted. BUT!!! Phill had Keith in his life, and had committed to him. Robbie had been with Stan for over three years. Stan had always told him he would meet someone his own age and fall in love, but Robbie had always told him that would never happen, but now it had. Robbie felt as committed to Stan as Phill did to Keith. "Robbie, I really don't know what we are going to do about our problem. But, I really like you. Can I ask you a question, though?" Phill, asked, pulling away from Robbie's embrace. "Sure, anything," Robbie said, staring into his eyes. "Well, you said you have never had a boyfriend your own age. Paul said you don't sleep in your own bed. But, you said you had conflicting feelings like I do with Keith. I want to understand you. I want us to be together, more than anything else in the world. But, I don't know what all of this means," Phill said. Robbie blushed furiously. "I don't know if I can tell you. I want to, but you have to make me believe you will never tell anyone else. This is really important," Robbie said. "I swear on my life," Phill answered. Robbie walked around the room, trying to decide whether to share his biggest secret with the boy he loved. Love won out. "I have been with Stan for over three years. I came on to him, not the other way around. We have not done, well you know, we have not gone all the way. I love him, and I will always love him. It is also a long story, like you and Keith." "What do we do now?" Phill asked. Robbie smiled at him, and said, "Looks like we have a lot to work out. I will make you a deal. Let's get into bed and I will tell you my story if you will tell me yours. Even though I really want too, I don't think we are really ready to do anything more than hold each other and talk tonight. I think we need to just be friends for a while." "I agree. But, I have to do this, or we will really never know, will we?" Phill answered, as he took Robbie into his arms and kissed him passionately. Robbie kissed back just as passionately. Just like the natural fit of one shoulder against one cheek, they fit just as good this way. They seemed to be the perfect pair in all ways. Except one problem. Or two: Keith. Stan. ***************************** I was just dosing, still a long way from falling asleep. All the lights were out and I heard a light knock at my door. "Come in," I said. Paul walked in, wearing only white briefs, and shut the door. A little moonlight was coming through the curtains, or I couldn't have seen him at all. "What is it, Paul?" I asked. "Well, everyone but us has someone to sleep with, and I was lonesome. I thought you would be too, so I decided to come in here and see if I could sleep with you." "Paul, this is your first night in this house. Don't you think that you should sleep in your own bed?" I asked. "Hey, first night, second night, it doesn't really mean that much to me, you know? Ed and I really like it here, and we are really thankful that you would want us to live with you. Ed told me that I should show my gratitude to you more, so that is what I am trying to do. Now that Robbie and Phill are getting along so good, I know it is just a matter of time, so I decided to come to you instead of you coming to me. I tried to give you the hint earlier, but you didn't understand," Paul said, as he slid under the covers. My eyes widened and I sat up and turned on the light next to my bed. "You mean you think you have to have sex with me to stay in this house?" I asked softly. "And, you think Robbie and Phill might like each other?" "First, I can tell Phill is gay like the rest of us. Lots of people call it gaydar. I can tell, though. And the way they have been looking at each other makes their feelings pretty plain. As for the sex, that is the way it has been in some of the places Ed and I have stayed. You told us about Robbie sleeping with you every night he sleeps here. He is with Phill now. I know you will want a replacement, and Ed hates it lots more than I do. I don't really mind it, as long as you don't hurt me. You won't hurt me, will you?" Paul said, as he looked me in the eyes. "No, Paul, I won't hurt you. I promise. But, you are wrong about me wanting to have sex with you. I can only do that with someone I love, and I haven't known you long enough to even begin to love you like that. And, I will tell you a secret about Robbie and I. We have never had intercourse at all. I like you and Ed, and even if I do start to love you, it doesn't mean I will ever love you like that. What I want to do is learn to love you like your Dad did. All I want to do right now is turn out the light and have you come over next to me where I can put my arm around you and hold you. Then, I want us to have a long talk. I want you to tell me all about all the other homes you have been in. About all the times you and Ed have been hurt there, so I can make sure you aren't hurt like that here. Can you do that?" I asked. He hesitated, and then said, "I guess so. But, you won't hurt me, right? If I do what you tell me to do, you won't hurt me." "I promise. Your hurting days are over, Paul," I said, as I turned off the light and pulled him to me. He hesitated at first, but then slowly let me pull him to me and hug him. This was a long night. We talked for a long time. We each learned a lot about each other. He had been hurt and abused so many times, he couldn't let himself go and trust me at first. He finally started talking and finally the damn inside him burst open and the words came flooding out. We both cried lots of times. We actually laughed several times. We were always in each other's arms, holding on to each other. Think "bonding" was a term you could have used for our three way hug in the car? NOTHING like THIS!!!!!!!!!! I learned that Paul and Ed had been sexually abused at two other foster parent's homes, and were abused many times by Mr. Wilson. He dealt out his sexual abuse like the beatings, as punishment. The other boys in the house would hold down the person getting punished, even through the sexual assault. As long as it wasn't them, it was all right. Paul seemed to feel lots better when I finally got him to understand that wasn't going to happen here. I didn't feel better. I wanted to kill a man for the first time in my life, and didn't know how I was going to stop myself. And, I didn't know if I wanted to try. Comments can be sent to fsw99@mindspring.com