Date: Fri, 25 Aug 2000 14:56:35 -0500
From: fsw99 <fsw99@pop.mindspring.com>
Subject: Chapter 17 of One Big Happy Family

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			     Chapter Seventeen

The rest of the week passed quickly for Phill. He was constantly with
Keith, which he enjoyed. He did notice that Keith's Mom was not nearly as
friendly as she was before, and neither was Keith's grandmother. They never
said anything negative at all to him, but he could tell that there was a
difference.

Finally, the last day before he was to leave for home arrived. Phill wasn't
looking forward to having to leave Keith, but he was ready to go back home
and see his parents and brothers. He had never been away from this long in
his life.

Keith had recovered nicely. He still was having some nightmares about the
beating, but Phill was always there for him. Yes, after everyone had seen
them sleeping naked together, they had slept together every night since
then. Why not? They certainly wouldn't have this kind of opportunity for a
long time, if ever again.

Alex and Mark really hadn't played any more tricks on Phill after the
pictures. I think they really had felt badly after Phill didn't take the
joke very well. Phill was distant with them for several days
afterward. They really hadn't meant any harm, it had only been meant as a
simple joke, but they had tried to make it back up to Phill in many small
ways. They were nice guys, and would never hurt anyone's feelings
intentionally, but Keith had played many pranks on them over the years, and
they also repaid him any time they could.

Finally, it was time for bed on their last night together. "Phill, I love
you so much. I will miss you terribly when you leave tomorrow. I am feeling
so much better now, and I have you to thank for it. I want our last night
together to be special. I want you to make love to me tonight. Will you?"
Keith asked.

"Make love to you? We have made love every night since you came home. I
don't understand what you mean."

"My body has healed where I don't feel the pain any more when I bend. I
want to feel you inside of me. It has been so long since anyone has made
love to me that I need it really bad. Please!  I want us to really make
love to each other before you have to leave."


"Keith, are you sure? I would love to make love to you, but I am scared of
hurting you. You said yourself that we won't be that far apart where we
can't see each other. I think we should wait until you are fully
recovered."

"I don't want to wait. I have wasted too much of our time together as it
is. I have no idea how long it will be before we see each other again, and
I want to have this memory of you to think about until we meet
again. Please, Phill. Do it for me. Do it for both of us," Keith said,
pulling Phill to him and kissing him passionately.

Nothing else was said. Their clothes seemed to fall off of them as their
passion for each other increased in tempo. Phill had seen the tube of KY
jelly in the night stand before and got it out as he broke their kiss and
eased Keith back until he was lying on the bed with his feet on the floor.
Phill gently pulled up Keith's feet until they were flat on the bed and
opened the tube of jelly.

"Are you sure, Keith?" Phill asked once more.

"As sure of anything in my life," he answered, smiling up at Phill.

Phill smiled back and squeezed the tube, causing a big blob of jelly to
squirt out onto the fingers of his right hand. He went slow in preparing
Keith, but soon had three fingers comfortably sliding in and out of his
anus.

"I'll try not to hurt you," Phill said, as he lubed himself up. He wiped
off the excess jelly onto a towel that was also in the drawer of the night
stand, and gently pulled Keith to him. He entered easily, causing Keith to
moan loudly as he wrapped his legs around Phill's back. Phill made sure to
support all of his weight on his hands and forearms, knowing that any extra
weight laying on top of Keith would have to hurt him. He went really
slowly, wanting both of them to enjoy their love making as much as they
could possibly could.

"Oh, Phill, this feels wonderful. I love you so much," Keith panted.

"I love you, too, Keith. I wish we could make love like this the rest of
our lives."

"I will make sure that we will get to make love like this forever. You just
wait and see, my lover," Keith said between groans.

Phill tried to make their love making last as long as he could, but they
were both too eager, and all too soon it was over. It was all Phill could
do to help Keith slide over so they could collapse in the bed next to each
other. They were both asleep instantly.

Alex and Mark checked on them after a while and found them sleeping in each
other's arms. This time, they didn't play any tricks on them, they just
pulled up the covers and left them to enjoy each other's company for the
last night they had. Then, they just smiled at each other, kisses briefly,
and walked back to Alex's suite where they would show their love for each
other in their own love making.

Keith was serious. If he could, he would have gladly married Phill at the
earliest moment. I don't know anyone who gets everything they want, do you?
I certainly don't. Keith got most of everything he really wanted, but
Phill's love would prove to be one of the few things he would have to do
without.

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


Robbie and Isaiah came into my office with very long faces. "What's the
matter, guys? You look like you have lost your best friend," I said.

"Maybe our two best friends and the band too. One of the other boys in the
foster home was picking on Paul, and Paul started a fight. The other boy
was lots bigger than Paul, and Ed tried to stop the fight. Another boy
jumped in and everyone blamed it on Ed and Paul. They are grounded, and
their foster parents are talking about making them go to another home for
troubled youth that is in another town. If that happens, we probably will
never see them again, and the band is dead," Robbie said dejectedly.

"But you said the other boy was picking on Paul. If he started it, why are
Ed and Paul in trouble?"  I asked innocently.

"They others have been in this home lots longer than Ed and Paul. The
foster parents were told about all the trouble Paul had been in before he
came there, and they have always sided with the other boys. Paul isn't a
bad guy, he just has a bad temper. It isn't fair that his parents were
killed and he and Ed have to live with people they don't know who don't
really care about them. All their foster parents care about is the money
they get for letting them live there. They never spend anything on them
unless they absolutely have to. Paul is talking about running away before
he would live in the troubled youth home," Robbie said.

"Well, we have to stop him from doing that. He is way too young to be out
on the street by himself. If he thinks he has it bad now, he has no idea
what could happen to him if he ran away," I said.

"Well, what other choice does he have? He can't just pick where he wants to
live, can he?"  Robbie asked.

"No, it isn't quite that simple. Let me make a few calls and see what I can
find out. Why don't you both go downstairs and work on the song you were
writing together. Keep the music low though, so it won't be heard over the
phone, OK?" I asked.

"All right. I don't see how you can help them, though. Come on,
Isaiah. Maybe working on the song will make us both feel better," Robbie
said.

"OK, but I don't think it will help. I'm really not in the mood to work on
anything right now, " Isaiah said, following Robbie down the stairs.

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

It was really hard for Keith and Phill to say goodbye to each other the
next morning. Alex and Mark accompanied them to the train station in the
limo and watched sadly as Keith and Phill walked hand in hand around the
train platform as they waited for it to arrive.

"Oh my God, Phill, I see it coming. What will I do until we are together
again?" Keith asked.

"I go to the US in two days. It won't be long before you go back home,
also. We will be able to see each other there. I will really miss you,
Keith," Phill said, as tears streaked down his cheeks.

"I will miss you more," said Keith, as he pulled Phill to him.

Both boys held each other and cried silently. Alex finally walked up and
said, "I know this is hard, but the train is almost here. If you don't want
to have to catch the next one, you had better get ready to board, Phill."

Keith pulled back from Phill and kissed him hard on the mouth right as the
train slowly pulled past them. They got some nasty stares from the people
on board, but couldn't have cared less. Alex and Mark put Phill's old
suitcase and the two new ones that they had bought during their shopping
trip on board for Phill, and came down to say goodbye. Each hugged Phill
tightly. They had really become good friends, even with the joke they
pulled on him and Keith.

"I love you. Here is my phone number in Beverly Hills. Call it as soon as
you get your phone hooked up. I will get your number from there, and can
call you from wherever I am. We won't be separated for long, you will see,"
Keith said, wiping the tears away from his eyes.

"I love you, too. Bye for now," Phill said, as he climbed up the steps. No
sooner than he had got to the landing, the train started pulling
away. Trains in England are almost always on time, but they do not give you
very long when they stop. Phill stood where he could see the three others
and waved until they finally turned a curve and were gone from site.

Keith seemed almost like he was going to break down, so Alex and Mark
helped him back to the limo. The next few days would be really hard on all
four of them.

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

"Yes, that is correct. I am a writer, and work out of my house. I was
married for three years, and am now divorced. I have a boy named Robbie who
spends four nights a week with me, with his mother's blessing. She works
nights, and we got to be friends because we both were lonely. Both of them
will be glad to provide background information on me for you. Her name is
Sue, and here is her phone number. Ed and Paul are Robbie's friends, and
they all play in a band together. What else do you need?", I asked.

"Are you sure you want to become a foster parent? Paul can be a load to
handle. He has been in constant trouble since his parents died. I am
inclined to believe the troubled youth home is the best place for him," the
social worker said.

"Look, just give him one more chance. The boys practice in my basement. I
have got to know Ed pretty well, and he is a nice boy. I don't know Paul
that well yet, but I do know he really is enjoying playing in the
band. Taking that away from him right now would be the worst thing you
could do to him. They have already experienced way too much pain in the
last two years. Paul hasn't had even a minor argument while he has been at
my house. I think I can turn him around.  Please give me a chance to do
just that," I said.

The man didn't say anything for several moments. "You know we have to run
background checks on anyone that applies to be a foster parent, right? We
get lots of applicants that are doing it strictly for the money. If you
want to go forward with this, you can sign the papers in front of you, and
I will see how Paul acts while we process your paperwork. I can't guarantee
you anything, but I will think it over. I'll let you know as soon as I can
about my decision," he said.

"Can I at least talk to them before you make up your mind? They both
deserve another chance. I would like to at least explain to Paul that one
more incident and he will not have a choice any more," I said.

"I think I can allow that. Let me call his foster parents and make sure
they are OK with you talking to him. Do you mind waiting in the other room
while I phone them?"

"No, I will do anything you ask. Thanks for at least considering it. All I
want is what is best for the boys, and I know the other home is not the
answer," I said, as I walked out the door.

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

Phill's train finally pulled into his station, and he saw his parents
waiting on him. He got his luggage down and hugged them both. They could be
a pain in the arse at times, especially his Mom, but he had missed them
both. He had even missed his two twin brothers, Tim and Tom, a
little. Well, maybe that was stretching it a bit too far.

Phill's Dad took one of the new suitcases and Phill took the other two. His
parents were constantly asking lots of questions about Keith and his
family. They were immensely impressed about the size of the mansion in
London and all of Phill's new clothes.

"Was Keith gay, also?" Phill's Mom asked.

That caught Phill by surprise. He had come out to his parents last year,
but they were the only ones who knew. He made them promise not to tell his
brothers, because he knew they would spread the word all over Phill's
school, and he was not ready for that yet. He took a big breathe, and said,
"Yes mum, Keith is gay too." Phill tried to never lie to his parents, and
succeeded most of the time. A little white lie here and there to your
parents when it is to your benefit is part of every kid's growing up
period, isn't it?

"I thought so. Otherwise, why would you stay as long as you did?" she
asked. Phill's Dad had taken the news that he was gay lots better than his
Mom. She always seemed to make little hurting remarks to him about being
gay. Phill had learned to let the comments slide off his back as well as he
could. After, of course, thinking of killing her several times.

"Is everything packed?" Phill asked, trying to change the subject.

"Yes. The company Mr. Ericson hired was most efficient. You really should
write him a thank you note, you know," Phill's Dad said.

"Yeah, right," Phill thought to himself. "They packed for everyone because
I was staying with Keith while he recovered. That saved everyone lots of
work. And I should be the one to write the thank you note."

They spent the night in a small hotel, since all their beds had already
been packed and sent ahead.  Phill spent the next day going around and
seeing all of his old friends once more. He especially wanted to see the
three boys who were with him in London when they stopped the attack on
Keith, and was successful.

Before he knew it, the day had passed and he was aboard an airplane heading
for his new home in the US. New home!!! He still couldn't get used to the
idea. Well, at least he would still have Keith and his cousins living not
far away. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad living his country and moving to the
US where he didn't know anyone.

Little did Phill know that the world he knew was about to be turned
completely around.

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