Date: Wed, 30 Aug 2000 19:27:09 -0500 From: fsw99 Subject: Chapter 19 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 Nineteen "Robbie, we're home," I yelled as I walked into the house. We're home. We. What had I gotten myself in for? Ed was fine, and I was sure I wouldn't have any problems with him. Paul was another matter. "Robbie. Robbie," I called, walking through the house and not finding him. "Huh, he isn't here. It isn't like him to be gone without leaving me a note. I wonder where he is?" I said, as I walked back into the den where the boys were waiting. "Well anyway, follow me and I will show you where you can put your clothes." My house had four bedrooms, one of which I used as an office, a bonus room over the garage, plus a finished basement with a hide-a-bed sofa in it. I hadn't quite worked out where everyone was going to sleep, since I had just applied to be a foster parent that morning. Robbie's clothes were in the bedroom next to mine, but he hadn't slept there since our first night together over three years ago. Giving one of them Robbie's bedroom would be the most sensible thing to do but it would be awkward explaining it to them. It did make the most sense, at least until I could buy some more bedroom furniture and give one of them the big bonus room for a bedroom. I hated to make one of them sleep on the hide-a-bed, which was not nearly as comfortable as a real bed. I decided I might as well start our new relationship by being up front and honest with them. It wouldn't be easy, but I was determined to do it. We walked into Robbie's bedroom and I said "Boys, sit down on the bed for a minute. I have something to tell you." Both of them dropped their bags on the floor and sat down, staring at me. "We don't have any secrets in this house, OK? Robbie told me that both of you are gay." "So? Robbie said he was gay, too. You know that, don't you?" Paul said. "Yes, I know all about that. See, I guess I am gay, too. Or bi. I don't know, there are so many labels you can attach to yourself. Anyway, Robbie has been sleeping with me for over three years. It is a long story and kind of complicated, so I want Robbie here before we get into all the details, but we will tell you anything you want to know. I am not ashamed of our relationship and I know Robbie feels the same way. If we are going to be a family, I feel it is important that we are always truthful with each other," I said, blushing fiercely. "Huh. That doesn't make any difference to me. I wondered why Robbie had never said much about being gay," Ed said. "I thought so," Paul smirked. "Well, you can understand why Robbie didn't say much. This is one thing that is not to ever leave our family, all right? I might decide to let Isaiah know, since he is going to be over here a lot anyway, but no one else. Understood?" I asked. "I understand," Ed said. "Who would I tell?" Paul asked, smiling a little. "Well, since you both don't have much clothes to store, why don't one of you sleep in here, and the other one can have the fourth bedroom," I asked, still blushing a little bit from my earlier speech. "I'll sleep in Robbie's room, if that is all right," Paul said with a grin. "That is fine with me. Just show me where the other one is. It has been a long time since I had my own bedroom, so I don't care which one is mine," Ed said. "Well, just remember that anything that goes on in this house stays here. I won't keep telling you this over and over, but it is very important. If anyone outside our family found out, I could get into real trouble, and I know they would take you out of here in a heart beat," I said shakily. "We have both promised. What more do you want?" Paul said with the same grin on his face. "Neither one of us wants to be kicked out of here, and what you and Robbie do is your business. No one will find out about the two of you." After that little talk, I thought he was right. But, we weren't quite as successful at keeping the secret as I had hoped. How many people knew now about all of us? I had no idea. Twenty? Thirty? There were lots of changes that would take place quickly over the next few months. **************************** "But, Dad, I want to go home. I am feeling fine now. I want to go and find Phill. I love him, and I don't want to be without him," Keith said. "Keith, even if we go home, you won't be able to see him every day. You are going to have to get used to the idea that you won't see much of him," Keith Senior said. "I know, but at least I can talk to him on the phone every day. I haven't heard from him in three days now. I am going out of my mind." "They only flew to the states yesterday, didn't they? You know it takes time to get the telephone company to install their service. Just be patient. I am sure he will forward his number as soon as it is installed." "I just miss him, that's all. I should have given him my cell phone, so he could call me whenever he wanted to." "Keith, just be patient. We will leave here this Saturday. Your mother wants to make sure you are fully recovered before you have to be on the long flight." "If we left tomorrow, I could just lie down on one of the beds the whole trip. Our bedrooms are wasted most of the time when we fly." "You have to also think of your Mom and Grandmother. They don't get to see each other very often, and I promised them we wouldn't go home until Saturday. Be patient, my son. If your love for each other is going to work, it will still be there after a little separation. If your mother and I didn't love each other, how do you think we could still be married after all of this time with as much as I travel on business?" "I know, Dad. It seems like I just met him yesterday and now we are apart. It makes me sick inside to be without him. But, if I don't have any other choice, I will not keep asking you to leave early. I just hope he sends his telephone number to our home in Beverly Hills soon." **************************** "You have got to be kidding. You play lead guitar? Three friends of mine and I are forming a band and we need another lead guitar. That is what I play," Robbie said. "You do? That is awesome! I would love to be in your band. Do you play anything by the Police? I think they are one of the greatest bands ever. Sting is a great singer. I can play any of their songs from memory," Phill said. "Uhm, well we kind of play a little different music than the Police. Why don't I show you the kind of music we have been playing and maybe we can jam a little to it. If the rest of the band accepts you as a member, then we can all discuss whether we want to include some Police songs, OK?" Robbie asked diplomatically. (Diplomatically is really not the right word to describe what Robbie really meant. He had just met Phill and already had a big crush on him, his first for anyone his own age. He really couldn't tell him what he really meant. Which is that the Police SUCK!!!! Sting SUCKS!!! Everyone who knows anything about music KNOWS THEY SUCK!!!!! RROOCCKKSSAAANNNEEE makes my skin crawl!!! - Just for you, Phill!!! More to come!! Hehehehehe) "We do have one problem, though. Ed and Paul's parents were killed in an auto accident over a year ago, and they live with foster parents. Paul keeps getting into fights and they might have to move to a home for troubled youth. If they do, we will lose our bass player and drummer and will have to start over. I really like both of them, and I would hate to see them have to move away. I would miss them a lot," Robbie said. "Well, maybe something will happen that allows them to stay here," Phill said. Of course, something had already happened, but there was no way of either of them knowing it. Both boys had got over being shy around each other after both being kind of stunned when they first met. The chemistry was awesome from the start, and now they were talking like they had known each other for years. Both of their eyes still tended to wander at times, especially when they knew the other wouldn't catch them. Were they in love? Nah! Maybe in lust!!!! This was kind of typical for Phill, who seems to want to attack every good looking boy he sees on the subway or train while he lived in England, (real life, not just for the story - hehehehe) but it was totally different for Robbie. He wasn't sure what he was feeling for Phill, but it may have been kind of like love at first sight. Does that exist? I sure hope so. Anyway, they finally unpacked all of Phill's boxes after an hour of hard work, so they got Phill's guitar and amplifier and asked if they could go and play a little bit at Robbie's house. Hey wait, it is my house, right? Oh well, I guess I had better get used to the idea of sharing it with lots of kids. OUR house does have a nice ring to it doesn't it? Phill's parents were glad that the boys were finished unpacking, and all they asked was for them to bust the boxes down flat and carry them to the basement before going to Robbie's. Both of them were excited about playing together, so they made quick work of the boxes and were on their way to Robbie's quickly. As Robbie and Phill entered, they were surprised to find Ed and Paul sitting in the den talking to me. "Ed. Paul. What are you doing here. I thought you were grounded," Robbie said. "Robbie, I have kind of a surprise for you. Why don't you introduce your friend, and then I will explain it all to you," I answered. "Sorry, Stan, I was so surprised to see Ed and Paul I forgot my manners. This is Phill. His family just moved in next door. His accent is really cool," Robbie said, smiling at Phill. Phill smiled back and then shook hands with everyone. "Should I leave and come back when your talk is finished?" he asked. "No, that is not necessary. From the looks of the guitar case you are carrying, I have a feeling you are going to be over here a lot. Why don't you both sit down on the love seat and I will explain everything," I said. At the mention of the love seat, both boys quickly looked up at each other. Both blushed at almost the same time, but then quickly sat down next to each other, but making sure that they didn't touch. All three of us caught them blushing, but no one made a comment. None of us had any idea what it meant at the time. "Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. Phill also plays lead guitar. We might have finally found our last member of the band," Robbie said. "As long as both of you don't have to move away, that is," he said, talking to Ed and Paul. "Well, that is what I wanted to discuss with you, Robbie. I didn't want to see them have to move to the home, either. So, I went down to Social Services and applied to be a foster parent. They have to run background checks on me, but I am pretty sure I will be approved. If so, Ed and Paul will be living here full time. What do you think about that?" I asked. "That would be great. We could practice any time we wanted to. I think it is a wonderful idea," Robbie said enthusiastically, smiling at Ed and Paul. "Yeah, I have already moved into your bedroom, since you don't seem to use it very much," Paul sneered. "Paul!" Ed said loudly. Paul hadn't realized what he had said until it was already out of his mouth. He blushed furiously, the first sign of any emotion that wasn't accompanied by his bad attitude. Robbie was also blushing fiercely, and Phill saw it plainly. "What he means is Robbie has a bad habit of watching TV too late, and ends up falling asleep in front of the TV a lot, Phill. He and Paul will have to share the bedroom until I can buy another bedroom suite and put it in the bonus room," I said, glaring at Paul. I knew Paul was going to be difficult for a while, and my prediction was already coming true in a big way. "Well, I am glad you like the idea of Ed and Paul moving in with us, Robbie," I said, changing the subject. "Erm, can I ask a question?" Phill asked. Everyone kind of looked quickly at the others, dreading what kind of question Phill would ask after what Paul had said. "Sure Phill, what is it?" I asked shakily. "Well, I know this is kind of rude of me to ask, but Robbie said he only lives here half of the time. Are you and your wife divorced?" Phill asked. I was glad that was all he asked. "My wife and I are divorced, but Robbie and I aren't related. His mother works the night shift at the local hospital, and he started hanging around over here over three years ago. I kind of took him in like you would a stray dog who was roaming your neighborhood and had nowhere else to go," I joked, thankful to lighten up the situation. "Thanks a lot, Stan. It is nice to know I am loved around here," Robbie said, laughing. Everyone joined in the laughter. Ed did keep glaring at Paul, who was kind of staring at his feel most of the time. Well, it was at least good to know that he felt ashamed of what he almost let out of the bag. Ed and I would have to have a long talk with him. "Hey guys, you want to go downstairs and show Phill what we have been rehearsing?" Robbie asked. "Yeah, that would be great. I sure wish Isaiah could be here, too, so we could really show him the full band," Ed said. "Robbie, why don't you call Isaiah and see if he can come over. I will be glad to go over and pick him up," I said. "That is a great idea. I'll be back in a minute or two," Robbie said, as he ran to the phone. Robbie's heart was still beating fast from the near disaster and he was anxious to be out of Phill's sight for a few minutes. Isaiah was home and eagerly agreed to come over. Robbie was back quickly with the news. "OK, I'll go and pick him up and be back in a few minutes. Ed and Paul, why don't you ride with me and keep me company," I said. "Yeah, that would be a good idea," Ed said, glaring at Paul. Paul just hung his head and didn't say anything. The three of us walked out to my car and got in. As I was backing out, Paul said, "Look, I am sorry. I didn't mean to say that. I just wasn't thinking." "You are right about that. You sure as Hell weren't thinking. You really do want to go to the home, don't you?" Ed yelled, clearly pissed. "I said I was sorry. What more can I say? I promise to never do that again, I swear," Paul said, as tears started to run down his cheeks. I was surprised. This tough acting kid could cry like anyone else. I stopped at the stop sign, turned right and stopped the car next to a house for sale. "Look, I am not mad at you, Paul. You just have to be more careful. I could really get into lots of trouble." "I know. I don't want that. I want to live with you and Robbie. I was really scared of having to go to the home, I just didn't tell anybody. I want this to work. I haven't felt like a part of anyone's family since Mom and Dad died." Paul said, crying harder now. "OK, we can't do anything about it now. I don't think Phill thought anything about it, anyway. Stop crying, all right," I said, as I reached over and pulled him to me over the console. He resisted at first, and then came to me willingly. He really broke down and sobbed loudly. Ed reached over the back seat and hugged him from behind. He was crying a little, too. "Paul, I love you. If you give him a chance, Stan will love you, too. We are all tired of your attitude though. We can make this work and be a real family like we used to have, just no Mom. You just have to try your best to let it happen, OK?" "I will," he sobbed, and put one arm around Ed. His other remained around me. Ed also put one arm around Paul and one around my shoulder. I put my other arm around Ed's shoulder. We stayed that way for several minutes in a group hug. Looking back, that was when we really did start to become a family, sitting in my car with the motor running two blocks from my house. Paul was a different boy from that moment on, as he traded all of his fears and aggressions for the love he received from everyone. Comments can be sent to fsw99@mindspring.com