Date: Tue, 01 Aug 2000 16:07:10 -0500
From: fsw99 <fsw99@pop.mindspring.com>
Subject: Chapter 5 of One Big Happy Family

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12/16/99 and "Billy and Jim" 12/13/99).

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			       Chapter Five

I didn't get much work done the rest of the day. I was too confused about
what I was going to say to Robbie. I really loved him with all my heart,
and I knew he loved me, too, but I knew what we had done was wrong, and I
also knew we had to stop it. But, both of us had seemed to greatly enjoy
ourselves, and he said he would never tell anyone. But, if we were ever
caught, I could go to jail. But, if we weren't, we could give each other a
lot of pleasure, and really get closer to each other. My mind was like a
game of table tennis. The ball would be on one side of the table on second,
and then be back on the other side the next. But....but....but...

The day passed quickly, and I was kind of tired from constantly arguing
with myself in my head. I heard Robbie come in before I had fully decided
what I was going to say to him. I always took Robbie to school to make sure
that he was there on time, but he liked to walk back in the afternoons.

"Hi, Stan. How was your day?" he asked, coming over and kissing me on the
cheek before settling down behind his desk.

"Pretty good, I guess," I lied. "How was yours?"

"It was great. I think I aced my test this morning. I don't have a lot of
homework, so I will get right to it so we can talk, OK?" he asked.

"That would be fine, Robbie. Take your time and do your best," I said.
`Take your time.' That was pretty lame. I was the one that had said we had
to talk about what had happened, and now I was the one who was dreading it,
and Robbie was the one who actually seemed to be looking forward to it. I
was more confused than ever.

I tried to get back to writing my next chapter, but I could not keep my
mind on my book.  Thoughts of Robbie kept coming back into my mind every
time I heard even a peep out of him. I heard him kick off his shoes as soon
as he sat down, which was normal for Robbie. You almost had to make him
wear shoes out of doors, and it was impossible to make him in doors.

I finally started concentrating, and even had written a few pages when I
felt his hands start to massage my shoulders. "I have finished my
homework. Do you want to talk now?" he asked.

I pushed back from my desk, and Robbie came around to where I could see
him. Without me noticing, Robbie had removed all of his clothes, and was
now standing calmly in front of me, completely nude, and with a very hard
looking four inch penis pointing straight at me. My mouth flew open as I
blatantly stared at his body. He just smiled at my reaction, then scooted
sideways over the arm of my chair and sat down in my lap. "I am glad you
like what you see," he said, and then kissed me hard on the lips once more.

Everything that I had been planning to say to him went straight out the
window. All of my resolve went with it. He was already basically laying in
my arms already, so it was a simple move to put one arm under his legs and
carry him into my bedroom. I gently laid him down on my bed, and started to
take off my shirt, but he stopped me, saying "Let me do that for you."

He made me sit down and then he removed both of my shoes and socks. He sat
down straddling my thighs as he unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off of
me. Then, he lightly kissed me, and with a smile on his face, gently pushed
me back until I was laying flat of my back on the bed. His eyes never left
mine as his hands went to my belt and started to unbuckle it. Soon, my
pants were unsnapped and unzipped and I lifted myself off the bed and
allowed him to pull my pants down and off. He just smiled once more as his
hands went to the band of my briefs. As if I was someone else, I again
lifted myself off the bed and allowed the last of my clothes to be removed.

Robbie climbed on top of me as he had done twice previously and kissed me
as passionately as I had ever been kissed. He started kissing his way down
my neck to my chest, and I though he was going to go back to the spot where
we had made love before, so I forced my body higher across the bed, taking
him with me. He surprised me by actually sliding down lower, and started
kissing and licking each of my nipples. I was surprised how sensitive they
were, and he had me moaning in no time. He slid down further, kissing my
stomach as he went.

I had no idea what he had in his mind, until he scooted way down and I felt
his tongue lick the head of my completely hard penis. I moaned at the first
lick of his tongue, and then he proceeded to lick all the way to the base
on the underside, and then lick back up on the front side. I was completely
at his mercy as I writhed back and forth on the bed. It was only seconds
before he took as much of my penis in his mouth as he could handle, and
started running his mouth up and down the shaft. I was seeing stars as I
writhed under the pleasure he was giving me. This was the first blow job of
my life, and I didn't last near as long as I would have hoped for. I felt
myself coming closer and closer to orgasm, and I couldn't make myself tell
Robbie to slow down and make it last. "Robbie, I'm not going to last much
longer," I gasped, trying to give him warning so he could pull off before I
shot in his mouth. He did pull off long enough to wet his fingers in his
mouth, but then returned to sucking even harder. I felt his fingers slide
under me, and felt one easily slide into my rectum. He found my prostate
almost immediately, and the extra sensation was all it took to make me go
over the edge. I cried out much too loudly for my own good, probably
alerting any neighbor who was home at the time that I was either having an
earth shattering orgasm or having a heart attack, one or the other.

I lay completely spent for a long time. Robbie crawled up against me and
rested his head on my shoulder, watching me recover. When I had finally
recovered enough to hold my head up to look at him, his face was only
inches from my own, and he had the biggest "shit-eating" grin on his face
that I had ever seen. "Now, what was it you wanted to talk to me about,
Stan?" he asked playfully.

I just hollered with laughter as I rolled over and tickled him
unmercifully. I had his entire body pinned under mine. I knew he was
extremely ticklish, and I made him pay for the trick he had played on
me. He knew that it was impossible for me to tell him that we couldn't do
anything together any more. He had been successful in seducing me, and he
was proud of himself for his cunning. I was proud of him, too. He had me
wrapped around his little finger, and he knew it.

I finally stopped tickling him, and allowed him to calm down. I stared down
at his face, as he recovered from my tickle attack. When he had finally
recovered, he looked up into my eyes, got a serious look on his face, and
leaned up far enough to gently kiss me on the lips. He then laid back down
and waited for my response, with a slight grin on his face. He looked so
good laying under my body that I couldn't stop myself from leaning down and
kissing him as passionately as he had done to me.

I scooted down and gave him the same treatment that he had done to me. I
paid lots of attention to his nipples, which Robbie really seemed to enjoy.
I finally eased myself down between his legs, and I was within inches of
his hard penis, which was now pointing at his chest. I had never done
anything like this before, but it didn't take a brain surgeon to know that
teeth probably wouldn't feel real good right now, so I made sure and kept
them out of the way as I took in his whole penis into my mouth on the first
try.

Robbie was moaning in no time, and I tried to give him the best blow job I
could possibly give him. Several times, he seemed to be about to cum, but
each time I would pull away and start to lick his balls and the inside of
his thighs. He was constantly moaning and telling me not to stop, but I
didn't listen. I took him almost to the edge, over and over, and then
allowed him to come down, only to build him back up once again. Finally, I
took pity on his pleadings, and allowed him to finally cum. And cum he did,
yelling almost as loud as I had.

Robbie was out like a light. I lay down and pulled him up against me, and
watched him recover, as he had done for me. When he didn't come out of his
trance in a minute or two, I also closed my eyes, and we napped for a few
minutes. I finally woke up when he stirred in my arms, and we turned our
eyes at each other almost at the same time.

"Hi, Stan. That was awesome. Thanks," he whispered.

"Hi, lover. You don't need to thank me, I should be thanking you," I
answered.

"You never have to thank me for anything. Whatever I do for you is because
I love you. Plus, I have been planning all of this for a long time," he
added, giggling.

"Oh, you have, have you?" I asked, tickling him again. "Where did you ever
learn to do all of that?"

"You promise you won't get mad?" he asked sheepishly.

"I promise," I answered. Like I said, he now had me wrapped around his
little finger.

"When I finish my homework, I usually dial into the internet while you are
working. I turn the sound all the way off so you can't hear the modem
dialing. I typed in `gay stories' and found several sites. The one I
liked best is called The Nifty Archives. It has lots of stories, and I
learned by reading them. I hope I learned quickly enough. I have known I
was gay for about 2 or 3 years, but never had enough courage to tell
anyone, even Mom. You are the first person to find out, but I wanted to
show you, not tell you. I do love you, you know. You aren't mad at me, are
you?" he asked quietly.

After what we had just shared, how could I be mad at him? I wasn't entirely
happy, because we had previously had a talk about what kind of sites he
could visit when he was on the internet, but I was too happy right now to
scold him. Plus, if he was really going to be gay, what harm could it be?
It really could be an educational tool for a young gay boy, who certainly
couldn't tell any of his friends his feelings. Reading about feelings in
others might make him better understand what he himself was feeling.

"No, Robbie, I am not mad at you. In fact, after supper, I may want you to
show me this site so I can read a little for myself. Maybe, I can surprise
you some time," I kidded.

"Thanks, Stan," he said, and snuggled up against me. We were both happy to
just cuddle together for a while and enjoy being close. Not having clothes
on also helped, as our hands traveled freely over the other's bodies,
exploring area we both had only dreamed of touching. Nothing was forbidden
now that we had made love together, and we would only grow closer and
closer as time went on.

			 ************************

And, unfortunately, time did go on. I would have been happy just to hit the
pause button on both of our lives, keep Robbie 12 and me 35, but I haven't
been able to find the damn button. Still looking, though. Whether you want
to or not, everyone gets older and things change.

Robbie was now 15, 16 in another month, and I was 38. I was nearing the
magical age of 40, which I was dreading with a passion. Going from 29 to 30
hadn't been a big deal, because anyone in their thirties were still
considered to be young. Forties signaled the start of middle age, which to
me meant `old age'.

Robbie's Mom had been promoted to Head of Nursing for the 3 to 11 shift.
All of the nursing supervisors reported to her. She was currently dating
the doctor who was head of the Emergency Room for the same shift, and
Robbie and I were sure she was sleeping with him. Robbie even thought that
they might get married soon.

Robbie had continued to sleep at my house for the four nights that his Mom
was working, plus other nights when his Mom was not working but had a
date. The situation pleased all of us. I was acknowledged as a part of
their family, and even went with them on trips to relative's houses.
Robbie and I even shared a bedroom several times at these gatherings, with
everyone's blessing.  We made sure and made little or no noise on these
trips during our lovemaking during the night.

I really couldn't deny Robbie anything that he really wanted. He had
captured my heart 3 years ago, and now was no different. The only exception
was anal intercourse. I had refused to do that to him, even though he had
asked me to, over and over. I still couldn't get it through my thick head
that it wouldn't really hurt him badly. I still thought it would, and I
would never do anything to hurt him, even if he wished it. I kept telling
him that was something that should just be between lovers who would stay
together for the rest of their lives. I knew Robbie would someday find
another boy his own age that he wanted to be with for the rest of his life,
and they should share that scared moment together, and I was determined not
to take that away from his mate.

Robbie continued to log into the internet and visit sites I really didn't
approve of, but come on, how could I have an intimate relationship with him
one minute, and then preach to him about gay sites the next? We became
really equal partners in our relationship, which I guess you would have to
be if anything is going to work out between two totally different people,
regardless of their ages.

He even surprised me by starting to write his own gay stories. I encouraged
him, and helped him over any rough spots he had. His writing was really
very good for a 15 year old, and I found very few mistakes in his
punctuation and spelling. I finally convinced him to send some of the best
ones to Nifty and he was surprised how many e-mails he started getting.

One e-mail kind of changed our lives forever. Two boys named Matt and Mike
wrote him about a story called "My New Life" that they really liked. Robbie
and them started an immediate friendship, and started e-mailing back and
forth regularly. They started telling Robbie more and more about their
lives together, and he of course told them all about us.

Robbie finally asked them if they wanted the two of us to write the story
of their lives. He kind of volunteered me into the project, but like I said
before, he had me wrapped around his little finger.  I also was both
saddened my their story, but also intrigued about everything they had gone
through.

Robbie attacked the story with a vigor that was greater than anything I had
seen him do. He worked non-stop after he had finished his home work, and
surprisingly, I also was enjoying a very successful writing period. I
actually didn't have to contribute lots to the story, Robbie had it all in
his head.

The boys became closer as the story was being posted. It was named,
naturally, "Matt and Mike".  The boys suggested that we download ICQ, and
we talked back and forth almost every day using the free software in chat
mode. Matt and Mike don't really trust many adults after all that they have
been through, and I was surprised when they readily agreed to drive down
after school one Friday and spend the weekend with Robbie and I. It was
over an hour drive for them, but they seemed to really want to meet Robbie
and I.

The Friday finally arrived, and Robbie was totally excited about them
arriving. He was constantly looking out the windows to see if they had
arrived yet.

"Stan, they are finally here," he yelled upstairs, and ran out to meet
them. I saved the chapter I was writing, and started down the steps. I was
also looking forward to meeting them for the first time.

They were walking up the sidewalk when I opened the door. Robbie was
jabbering non-stop, clearly pleased that he would finally have some other
gay friends that he could talk to about himself, and our life together. No
one else had ever been told about us, and I was kind of apprehensive about
anyone finding out, but if I could trust anyone, ir would be these two boys
after all they had shared with us about themselves.

"Stan, this is Matt", nodding over to the taller of the two boys, "and this
is Mike," Robbie said.

"Hi, guys. Welcome," I said, shaking both of their hands. Both were a
little shy in front of me, as I thought they would be. If as many adults
had screwed with my life as they had with theirs, I wouldn't be extremely
friendly towards someone I really didn't know, either.

Robbie took them upstairs and dialed into the net to show them some of the
responses we had been getting on the story and let them store their clothes
in the guest room, so I started fixing supper. I knew it wouldn't be long
before I would have three hungry boys running around the kitchen. I would
fix hamburgers, plenty of them, and french fries. That should satisfy them.

"Wow, Robbie, this is a really great office. We could have lots of fun at
home if we had two PC's," Mike said. Mike was 16, only a few months older
than Robbie, while Matt had just turned 18.

"Thanks. Stan works here, and I write the stories on this PC, after I have
finished my homework.  Let me boot it up and you can read what everyone
thinks. We have gotten some really nice comments. I have saved all the best
ones, hoping you would come here sometime," Robbie answered.

"We both want to thank you for all your effort writing the story, Robbie.
You are doing a great job," Matt added. "Maybe we can do something to pay
you back someday."

Robbie blushed under Matt's praise, then said, "Stan helps me a lot with
the story when I get stuck, but I kind of like how it has gone so far. I
would have never been able to write it without lots of help from you
two. And, you don't have to do anything to pay me back. I am enjoying
writing it. I am just glad we had a chance to meet and become friends."

"Yeah, us too. I am sure we will just continue to become better friends as
we get to know each other better," Mike added.

And, they did. Matt and Mike ended up being there for Robbie at a time in
his life when he needed them the most. But, that is in future chapters.

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