Date: Tue, 05 Sep 2000 11:09:00 -0500 From: fsw99 Subject: Chapter 22 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 Two "When I woke up the next morning, Paul was still fast asleep in my arms. He had kind of a smile on his face, like he was having a really good dream. NO, we didn't have sex last night. We came to an understanding. I didn't think I would have many more problems with Paul any more. But now, I had a new mission. Time to fuck up my new buddy Mr. Wilson's life as much as I could. Or, simply shoot him myself. I don't normally get up in such a fowl mood. I am a morning person, and I always get up about 6 or so. I enjoy reading the paper and drinking cup after cup of coffee. Today was different. I have a HUGE temper, and when I am in "the zone", everyone better get out of the way. I had listened to Paul's version, and now I had to hear Ed's. I didn't care if he was still asleep or not. He would have many more days here to catch up on his sleep. I went to his bedroom, knocked once, and then opened the door and went inside. I was surprised when I saw Ed and Isaiah still fast asleep together. They were laying on their sides, spoon fashion, with Ed sleeping close behind Isaiah with his arm around Isaiah's chest. That picture made me smile a little bit, but then "the zone" kicked back in and I was pissed once more. I walked over and gently shook Ed awake. "Ed, I need to talk to you right now. I'm sorry for waking you up, but this is important," I said. He jumped when I first touched him, and then was startled to find his arm around Isaiah. His eyes got really big when he looked at me, and said "We didn't do anything, I swear we didn't." "Ed, this has nothing to do with you and Isaiah. We can talk about the two of you later. I need to talk to you about being abused by Mr. Wilson. Paul and I had a long talk last night. Come with me into the kitchen and let's leave Isaiah here so he can sleep a little longer. Ed's face went totally white. "No, I won't talk about that," he screamed, as he threw off the covers and got to his feet. "Paul had no right to tell you that without us discussing it first. I don't know what he told you, but it isn't the truth," he yelled, as he ran out of the room. His yells had awakened everyone else in the house. Paul came running out of my bedroom, just after Ed had run into the kitchen. He ran after Ed, followed closely by me. Isaiah trailed behind, still trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Just as all of us were walking into the kitchen, Robbie and Phill came running up the stairs. "What is going on?" Robbie asked. "Nothing," Ed said, as tears started running down his cheeks. "Ed, you have to talk to me about it. Robbie, you, Phill, and Isaiah go back downstairs for a little while, all right? This is important," I said. "I don't want to talk about it," Ed screamed. "Ed, Stan says he can stop Mr. Wilson from ever doing it to any other boys. He says he can make sure that Mr. Wilson never gets to be a foster parent again. Think of Dave, who is still there. You know he did it to him as much as he did it to us," Paul said. "Paul, shut up, will you? I don't want any of the others to know about this," Ed said, as he quickly looked over at Isaiah, Phill, and Robbie. "Look, if we are going to all be in the band together, we are going to have to be there for each other. I don't care if they know. We didn't do anything wrong, he was the one who raped us," Paul shouted back. "Paul! Shit! Shut the fuck up!" he screamed, and burst into tears, as he laid his head down on the counter, face down so he didn't have to look at anybody. I looked quickly over at the other three boys, who all had gone pale. They just stared back at me with their eyes wide. I walked over and pulled Ed to me and held him away from the sight of the others and let him cry it out. "That's all right, Ed, it is all right to cry. Get it all out of your system. I can guarantee you that it will never happen again. We just have to decide what we are going to do about it, and no one can make that decision but you and Paul. But, no matter what you decide, Mr. Wilson will never be a foster parent again. I am going to make sure of that," I said, as I rocked Ed gently back and forth. "Do you want the other boys to leave? We have to talk about it." "What difference does it make? They all know now," Ed sobbed. Isaiah walked over and put his arm around Ed's waist. "Ed, all of know it wasn't your fault. We don't think any worse of you because of this. If anything, we will just love you more, and we will just become closer friends. It could have happened to any of us the same way, if our parents had been killed. None of us will ever tell anyone else, will we guys? We will just keep all of this in the family. Our band family," Isaiah said. "That's right, Isaiah. None of us will ever tell anyone. I don't think any of us should keep any secrets from the others. I have already told Phill about Stan and I, and I think you should know, too. We have been lovers for the last three years. We never did what Mr. Wilson did to Ed and Paul, but I sure wanted too enough times," Robbie said. "Shit, Robbie," I said, blushing furiously. Isaiah just broke up laughing. "Close your mouth, Stan. You are included in our new little band family, and we won't tell anyone about your secret, either. Does anybody else have any bombs in their past that they want to tell us about. I don't have anything, I swear." "Well, I kind of have a muti-millionaire boyfriend that I have to figure a way to tell I am in love with Robbie," Phill said. Ed pulled his head up from my shoulder, and looked at both Phill and Robbie with wonder in his eyes. "One day, and they are already in love?" he asked himself. "I wish I could tell Isaiah how I feel about him," he thought to himself. It was Robbie's turn to blush, and he looked over quickly to me, and then averted his eyes. "Stan already knows, Robbie. I told him last night when we slept together," Paul said. "What?" Robbie almost yelled. "We slept in the same bed last night and talked. Nothing happened," I added quickly. "Yeah, I tried to get him to fuck me, but he wouldn't. He said he would have to love me first," Paul kidded. "What?" Robbie did yell this time. "That is NOT what I said, and you know it, Paul," I screamed, letting go of Ed completely and walking towards him. Paul just ran around the kitchen table, keeping it between him and me. "Well, that is the way it sounded to me. You said you could never do anything sexual with anyone unless you loved them, and you said you didn't love me like that yet. So, with my winning personality, I think I can count on being fucked within the week. How could not fall in love with me, as lovable as I am?" he asked playfully. "Paul!" I yelled. "That is not what I meant, and you know it!", I said, as I started trying to get around the table to get to Paul. Paul just laughed at my discomfort, and kept equal pace with me around the table, not letting me get any closer. "Better leave me alone or I will yell rape and Phill's parents will come running with their little boy spending the night over here," he said, continuing to laugh. Ed had recovered enough that he was enjoying the little show Paul was putting on along with the rest of the boys. "I know one thing, Paul. You might not have got fucked last night, but you are kind of fucked right now," he said, as he came up from behind and held Paul until I come around the table and get a hold of him. "Ed, let go," he screamed. "Help! Ra..." he started to scream, until Ed's hand covered his mouth. "Stan, he is really ticklish. I really think he deserves being punished for what he just said to you. Guys, lets carry him into the den where we can hold him down on the floor and let Stan administer his punishment," Ed said. Robbie and Phill each ran over and grabbed Paul legs before he knew what was going on. They pulled him off the floor and carried him, along with Ed, kicking and screaming into the den. I followed and pounced on him as soon as he hit the carpet. Ed was right, he was extremely ticklish, and he was immediately writhing on the floor with tears running down his cheeks. "Have you had enough? No more scenes like that in there, you understand? That wasn't funny. I can go to jail for things like that, you know," I said. "I was just kidding you. Can't you take a joke?" Paul asked. "Next time, I will take a paddle to your butt," I joked back. "You better watch out. If you do, once I find out how you handle Mr. Wilson, I might have to turn you in for child abuse and have you kicked out of the foster parent program," Paul kidded. Paul could see that he shouldn't have mentioned Mr. Wilson as soon as the words had left his mouth. The fire was back in my eyes instantly. I got up off the floor, and pulled him up with me. "Now that all the secrets are out in the open, we have to talk. I need a cup of coffee. Let's all go into the kitchen and decide what we are going to do. What we are all going to do, now that I guess I have a new lots larger family than I planned on," I said. "Uh, Dad, could I ask one thing? Do you think we will have time to go shopping this weekend? I think my new brother needs some new drawers," Isaiah kidded, pointing to the rip in Ed's underwear. Ed blushed again, and said, "Shut up, Isaiah." "Dad, is he allowed to tell me to shut up? I think he needs to be sent to his room," Isaiah joked. I had been so mad that this was the first time I even thought about the fact that all of us were only wearing our underwear. "Turn around Ed," I said. "Nobody seems to be very modest around here." Ed did as he was told, but blushed a little in the process. "Yeah, once we have the important matters out of the way, I think a little shopping trip might be in order." "It's not Ed's fault. Underwear can easily tear when they are being ripped down so a dick can be stuffed up your ass," Paul said without emotion. Ed went white, and Isaiah almost was in tears. "Ed, I didn't know. I'm sorry I kidded you about it last night. I am so sorry," he said, as he ran over and hugged Ed to him. Isaiah did end up crying before Ed let him go. So did Ed. We talked for a long time. All of us were in tears listening to what had happened to Ed and Paul at one time or another except me. I still had too much hate in my heart to cry. I had to make pot after pot of coffee. Several of the boys had never tasted coffee before, but we all ended up drinking it down like caffeine addicts. My morning paper was forgotten. We had lots more important things to think about. As a family! FAMILY!!!! What the Hell had I got myself into? **************************** I have a good friend that I play golf with that is a doctor, general practice. I called him as soon as his office opened, and explained my situation. He agreed to see us after everyone had gone home. I told him I would pay his golf dues for a month. He said he passed. He would be glad to do this for free. All of us felt really funny sitting in the waiting room, waiting for all of the regular patients to leave. We even had to wait until all his staff left. We got several very curious stares from them. Good thing the doc was married and had four kids. One adult and five boys waiting until the office was closed to go into his back room was kind of strange, to say the least. At least I had been more successful in getting the lighting we needed. One stop at a camera dealer had got the high intensity spot light we needed, and without any questions. Isaiah had a really good friend that worked in film developing at the same camera shop. He worked lots of times by himself. He agreed to develop the pictures we were about to take, without anyone else seeing them. Everyone hates child abusers. Now, only two people knew outside of my new family. New family! I was getting used to saying that, and I kind of liked it. What the Hell had I got myself into? Fuck it!! I think it is worth it!!!!! "Stan, I think they are all gone now. We can get started if your two boys are ready," my friend Bill Morris said. "Hi, guys. I am Dr. Morris. I won't take any longer than I have to," he said, going over and shaking all the boys hands. "Robbie, go out and get the camera and lighting equipment out of the trunk, OK? Phill, can you help him with it?" I asked. "Sure," Robbie said, as he headed out the door, trailed by Phill. "Stan, which are the two boys?" he asked. "Ed and Paul," I said, pointing to them. "Look, guys, Stan and I have been friends for a long time. No one will know about this but us, OK? I have given so many physicals, I don't want to see another dick and balls again in my life except mine, but I have to pay the bills, you know? You both are going to have to strip completely naked, except for your shoes and socks, and we are going to have to get to be LOTS closer friends before this is over, but I will make this as simple and quick as I can. That is all I can promise you. I wish it could be better," he said. Bill is a great guy, and one of my closest friends. I really appreciated him doing this, and also how he handled Ed and Paul, who kind of laughed at what he had said. "Can I have a sucker when we are finished?" Paul asked playfully. "Sure you can. Any flavor you want except lemon. I steal all of them and hide them in my office," he joked back. Robbie and Phill walked back in with the equipment, and Phill asked, "Where do you want us to put this?" "Come on and I will show you. Who is going to come back with us for the exam?", Bill asked. "I want Stan with me," Paul said, with a grimace on his face. "I really don't like this at all." "It won't be bad, Paul. I really don't care any more. Everyone knows what happened. I really don't care if everyone comes back. After we all talked today, I really feel like we have a family again, even if it is all guys," Ed said. I had told Bill the whole story. He knew that Ed and Paul had lost their parents. He certainly knew about the abuse. He had a boy Paul's age, which is one reason he was donating his time. "I have one room that all of you can fit into, if that is the way you want it. Your choice," he said. "If that is what Ed wants, that is fine with me, too. I guess it is time for all of you to see my magnificent body," Paul kidded. "OK, everyone follow me. We will get this over as quick as we can," Bill said. All of us followed him back to his main examination room, which was pretty large, but with the lighting equipment and seven people in the room, it was pretty crowded. All of us took up as little of the extra space as we could. We set up the light and turned it on directed at the examining table. It was fine for what we needed to do. "OK, guys, one or both of you need to get undressed now. The quicker we do this, the better for both of you," Bill said. Paul and Ed just looked at each other, both clearly not comfortable with what they knew they had to do. Isaiah broke the ice, when neither made a move to start talking off their clothes. "Come on, guys. Remember what we talked about? We are a family now. What you go through, we all go through. I don't care if you see my skinny little body naked. Why would you care if I see yours? We are family! Don't you understand? Now, get undressed, and I will too," he said, as he started taking off his t-shirt. Bill just looked at me with a question in his eyes, and all I could do was shrug my shoulders and look puzzled. "OK, fine," Paul said, as he also started to pull his t-shirt over his head. "Well, if Isaiah can do it, so can I," Robbie said, starting to pull off his t-shirt. "Me, too," Phill said. Ed just looked at me like everyone had gone crazy, but then looked at Isaiah, who had already removed his shorts and was pulling down his briefs, and smiled. One of the questions in his mind was about to be answered. Ed also started to take off his clothes, but he watched Isaiah closely. He wasn't disappointed in what he saw. Bill just kind of looked at me strangely. I didn't blame him. "Look, Bill, this is really kind of complicated. We just kind of came together as a family this morning because of all that has happened to Ed and Paul. We all had a long talk. All of the boys are in a band together, and they think this is a sign that we are all drawing together as a real family. It would take too much time to tell you now. Maybe, on the golf course. I know this will seem a really strange thing to ask you, but if they are going to take off their clothes in support of Ed and Paul, I think I need too, also. Is that OK with you?" He just laughed. "I don't care if you do or not. I just don't want to see it. If I see you naked, I don't know if I can ever see you standing over a putt without thinking about it," he laughed. Isaiah was already naked, and Ed was openly gawking at him. Isaiah was a short person, but everything about him wasn't short. Paul and Robbie were also naked. I had seen Robbie naked lots of times, but not Paul. I liked what I saw. Phill was taking his time undressing, staring unashamably at Robbie. Ed finally finished taking off his clothes, and I hurried to catch up. Soon, all six of us were naked except for our shoes and socks and kind of standing around, staring at each other. Ed, Paul, and Phill were uncut, and the rest of us were circumcised. "Well, if everyone has had enough time to check out everyone else, I think we need to get this show on the road. Turn around, Paul. You get to go first," Bill said. Paul did as he was told, and we turned on the spot light to highlight all his bruises and abrasions. His last beating had been two days ago, but they still showed like it had just been done. The belt marks still clearly showed. I took several pictures, and then Bill had him get on the examining table on his hands and knees. Every time you go to the doctor's office, you end up have to open up and say ahhh, as he looks at your throat. This was a variation from the other end. Open up, but you don't have to say anything if you don't want to. My new buddy Mr. Wilson hadn't taken any time to prepare either boy, just greased himself up and shoved it in, so Paul's bruises and swelling around the anus were very visible. I winced, as did the other boys, but took several pictures. Finally, Paul was finished. He climbed off the table, clearly embarrassed. This was one of the few times he didn't have something smart to say. I pulled him over to me and hugged him, saying, "It is all over, Paul." Ed clearly wasn't comfortable when his turn came, but he did it anyway. We repeated the same thing that Paul had just gone through, and he was finally able to get off the table. I hugged Paul with my other arm. Paul still hadn't let me release him on the other side. "I'll be in my office when you are all dressed and ready to go," Bill said, as he walked out of the examining room and closed the door. Nothing was said, but the other boys, one by one, came over and joined in an almost naked, group hug. We were all relieved that this part of our plan was finished, and we could go on to the more enjoyable parts. Like seeing how bad we could fuck Mr. Wilson. Comments can be sent to fsw99@mindspring.com