Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2000 16:31:06 -0500 From: fsw99 Subject: Chapter 26 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. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to me at fsw99@mindspring.com. Chapter Twenty Six From the first time they met, Tim, Tom, and Paul had become instant friends. They were all thirteen, and got along great. They spent lots of time away from everyone else, and no one really knew what they were up to. Knowing Paul the way we all did, we were kind of getting worried. Something was up, and we all knew it. What we didn't know was Paul had told them about everyone being gay, and Tim and Tom had confessed that they were gay, too. What started them talking on Thursday after band practice was over was Paul telling them about Matt and Mike coming to visit that weekend. They were outside on the front porch sitting in the wicker rockers when Paul said, "You won't believe how much shit has gone on in their lives. Mike was severely beaten my his Dad, who died in a car wreck while out looking for him. His Mom found out that he was gay, and threw him out of the house. Matt's parents adopted him, but got a divorce and abandoned them with their Uncle. One of their friends committed suicide. They quit high school early and started college way before they were supposed to. Robbie wrote their story, with a little help from Stan." "We started to read it, but thought there were too many chapters, so we didn't," Tom said. "Tom!" Tim yelled. Paul's eyes lit up. "You guys have been reading gay stories on the internet?" he asked. "Oh, shit!" Tom said. "You and your big mouth," Tim said angrily. "So, you guys are gay?" Paul asked. Both Tim and Tom looked at each other and blushed, but neither said a word. "Look, it isn't a big deal. At least, around here it isn't. I am gay, too. In fact, everyone here is gay," Paul said. "Even Phill?" Tom asked quickly. "Oh, shit! Now, I am the one with the big mouth," Paul said. "No, that's all right. We thought so, we just have never talked to him about it. We found the address to nifty when we were fooling around on the internet on his computer and found a list of previous sites he had been to. We were just clicking on buttons at the top to see what they did, and brought up his history. We have been reading stories there ever since, whenever we can get on when he is not home. When he was in London for over a week, we read lots of stories after our parents had gone to bed," Tom said. "Yeah, our dicks got so sore from jerking off, we had to go to bed early one night," Tim laughed. "Don't tell anyone else we are gay, OK? Neither of us is ready for anyone else to know. If we tell anyone else, we want to tell Phill, so he doesn't hear it from someone else." "Well, I guess I could do that. On one condition, of course," Paul said. Tim and Tom looked at each other with concern on their faces. "What is that?" Tim asked. "Well, the bathroom downstairs is pretty big, and has a pump bottle of hand cream on the sink. There are towels under the sink. Thinking of the "Matt and Mike" story and then you telling me about jerking off while you read the stories from Nifty has got me really horny. Let's go downstairs and jerk off together and I will tell you about some of the earlier chapters, and then when we are finished, we can go into the office and dial into the internet and you can read some of them, if Stan is finished work for the day," Paul said with a grin. Tim and Tom looked at each other, got big grins on their faces too, and both said "You got a deal" at the same time. They all three ran from the porch into the house. "Hey, where are you guys going?" Ed asked. "I am going to show Tim and Tom how to set up and tear down all my drums. It won't take long. We will be back up here in a few minutes," Paul said, with a guilty look on his face. "Oh, OK, that is a good idea. If they are going to help us set up everything, they might as well start with your drums, since they are the hardest to set up. Have fun," Ed said. The three boys quickly ran to the door to the basement and went down the steps, closing the door behind them. "What was that all about?" Phill asked. "Tim and Tom never are eager to learn anything new that requires work." "Paul was lying. I have seen him lie so many times, I can tell a lie before he has even finished saying it," Ed said. "Let's give them a few minutes, and then go check on them." "Fine with me," Phill said with a smile. He always enjoyed making fun of his little brothers. Paul thought he saw Ed look at him strangely, so he silently locked the door to the basement before he went downstairs. "Make sure the outside door is locked, OK?" he asked the other two boys. Tim went over and locked the outside door as well, and then joined Tom and Paul at the door to the bathroom. "Come on guys, before they come and check on us," Paul said as he lead the way into the bathroom. Tim and Tom followed him inside and they shut the door, but didn't lock it. No reason too, since all the other doors were locked. "We had better not take off our clothes, in case someone starts knocking on the door upstairs. Let's just pull out t-shirts over our heads and pull our shorts and underwear down, OK?" Paul said. "Oh, come on. If we are going to do this, let's get naked," Tom said. "OK, I guess it wouldn't take very long to just put on our clothes. We had better leave on our shoes and socks, though," Paul said. "OK, fine with me," Tim said, taking off his t-shirt. "Me too," Tom said, also taking off his t-shirt. Quickly, all three boys were down to their underwear, Paul in his new white briefs and Tim and Tom in their boxers. All three were showing tents in front. "OK, on three, guys?" Paul asked, with his hands on each side of the band to his briefs. "OK, one, two, three," Tom counted, as all three boys pulled off their underwear. They all stopped when they were naked and stared at each other. Well, I guess that isn't completely right. Tim and Tom had seen each other naked almost every day, so they both stared at Paul. Paul had never seen either of them naked, so he stared at both of them. Paul was a little over five inches, and had lots more hair than either of the twins. Tim and Tom were about four inches long, with just a little hair growing around the base of their penis. They were a little behind Paul in finishing puberty. But all three were hard and eager. "Here's the hand cream. I'll put it on the edge of the sink. If you use this with a little spit, your dick won't get sore like it did when Phill was in London," Paul said, with a lewd grin on his face. Everyone pumped out a couple of squirts of hand cream, applied it to their hard ons, and started the familiar rhythmic stroking that has become familiar to boys for many centuries. "We could all do each other, if you want to, Paul," Tim said. "Tom and I do it to each other all the time." "I get to do Paul," Tom said loudly. "No, I do, it was my idea," argued Tim. "Come on, guys, we can do this again. Tom called it, so he does me, I do Tim, and Tim does Tom. Let's do it before someone starts beating on the door upstairs," Paul said. It didn't take convincing either of the other two boys. They all reached for each other with their right hands and put their left on the other's shoulder. The all started pumping quickly, excited about what they were doing. If they only knew what the others were doing upstairs. "The door is locked. I would bet fifty bucks they are jerking off in the bath room down there," Ed said. "Just a second. I will be right back," Robbie said, as he ran to the office. "I would love to catch them. My little brothers play tricks on me all of the time. I would love to play one back on them," Phill said. Robbie ran back in with a digital camera and a paper clip that he had unfolded. "These locks have an emergency unlocking feature in case you lock a door and no one is inside. When I first started staying here, I would always lock the bathroom door when I was taking a shower. I locked it accidentally once when I was finished, and shut the door. Stan showed me how to unlock it with a paper clip. Phill, hold the camera while I unlock the door, OK?" Phill took the camera from Robbie and Robbie unlocked the door in seconds. "Everyone be really quiet going down the stairs," Robbie whispered, as he took the camera from Phill. "Phill, when we get to the bathroom, tell me right before you open the door so I can already have the camera focused, OK?" Robbie asked, with a big grin on his face. "Sure, no problem," Phill answered, grinning widely. Robbie, Phill, Ed, and Isaiah all crept as silently as possible down the stairs, pausing at the bathroom door. As they had expected, there was no sign of any of the three boys in the basement. Phill grabbed the door handle and counted to three with the fingers of his other hand. Robbie was ready, and started shooting just as Phill pushed the door wide open. To say the other three boys inside were startled would be an understatement. All three went completely beet red from embarrassment, yanking their hands away from the other boy. Phill kept shooting, until the memory of the digit camera was full. "What the fuck are you doing?" Paul yelled, as he tried to cover himself. Tim and Tom were trying to hastily pull on their underwear. "Guys, I would kind of clean up before you get dressed," Phill said. You don't want Mom finding traces of that hand cream that is on the sink on your underwear, you know," he said, laughing his head off. "Paul, you guys might as well finish what you are doing now. We have our pictures, so we will leave you alone for a while," Ed laughed, as he shut the door. All four boys happily ran upstairs, leaving the other three to yell various obscenities at them as they left. They quickly ran into Stan's office, as Robbie accessed the second computer. "What the Hell is going on?" Stan asked. "We just played a little trick on Paul, Tim, and Tom," Robbie answered. "No big deal. We will show you in a minute or two. Guys, keep them out of here until I am finished, OK?" Robbie asked, shutting the door to the office. Stan just shrugged his shoulders and went back to his new chapter. Robbie loaded the floppy disk into the computer, and activated the picture retrieval program. He smiled, as he saw the results. He quickly saved the better pictures in a hidden directory, just as he heard the other three boys run up the stairs and start shouting at the boys blocking the way into the office. "Come on guys, there is no way I can work with all this going on," Stan shouted, showing his bad temper. (Maybe this is a slight exaggeration! Come on, guys, I don't really have a bad temper, do I? Don't say a word, Phill!!! - hehehehe) "Let them in. I am finished now. Everyone can see the pictures, and then we can let Stan get back to work," Robbie said. Ed let them in, and all three other boys ran in with red faces and worried looks. "Here guys, look all you want to. Don't bother to try and delete the pictures, because I have already hid them somewhere else," Robbie said, as he got out of the way. Everyone looked at the small pictures on the screen, and then Phill chose one and blew it up to full screen size. Tim went white and Tom had tears in the corners of his eyes. "Nooo!" he yelled, and ran out of the room, quickly followed by Tim. "Hold on, guys," Phill said, as he ran out after them. "The others started to follow, but I got out of my chair and said, "Let Phill have a moment with them. They seemed pretty upset. What did you guys do to them?" "They were spying on us, is what. That was a really mean trick, you fucking ass holes," Paul yelled, as he also ran out of the room into the bedroom next across the hall and slammed the door shut. I walked around to the second monitor, and stared at the picture. It must have been one of the first Robbie had taken, since it clearly showed each boy with another boy's dick in his hand. "That was especially mean, guys. Make sure and delete all the pictures. I think you owe them an apology. They don't have any idea what you are going to do with these, especially Tim and Tom," I said. "We wouldn't show them to anyone else, you know that," Robbie said. "Phill said that his brothers were always playing jokes on him, so we figured that we would teach them a lesson," Ed said. "Well, you may have gone too far this time. We don't want to make them so shy about this that they won't ever want to come back over here, you know. Let's give Phill a few minutes alone with them, and then you all apologize, all right? Let's not make this a bigger mess than you have already made it. And delete all the pictures right now, Robbie," I said angrily. "Yes sir," Robbie said, as he erased the images from the disk and cleared the memory to the camera. He was kind of embarrassed at how mad Stan had gotten, and forgot to clear the ones he had hidden. Phill had run into the den just as Tim and Tom were about to run out the door. "Wait a minute! Don't go running off. We won't show them to anyone else, I promise!" he said. They both turned around and looked at him. "That was really mean," said Tim. "Oh, like you never play any jokes on me, huh," Phill answered. "Nothing this bad. What would anyone think, if they saw the pictures? Can you imagine what our parents would say?" Tom asked, sniffing. "Yeah, they would probably have you committed to a mental institution to try and rid you of your gay habits," Phill kidded. "You are a fine one to talk. We know you are gay," Tim answered angrily. "You do?" Phill asked, with a surprised look on his face. "How do you know?" "We found a list of internet sites you had been to in your history folder. You had better learn to clean up your computer. So, if you tell Mum and Dad we are gay, we will tell on you, too," Tim said. "You two are both gay?" Phill asked calmly. "Yeah. We are all gay. How do you think that will sound to our parents?" Tom asked. "Come on, guys, let's go outside where we can talk. I think we have a lot to tell each other," Phill said, as he put one arm around each of his brothers and led them outside. They all three sat in the swing at the end of the porch and had a long talk. Phill was in the middle, with one brother on each side of him. He kept them close with one arm around both of their shoulders. Tim and Tom learned that Phill had already told their parents he was gay, but hadn't told them because he was afraid they would spread it all over school. They all three told each other all their secrets and experiences. They shared their likes and dislikes for each other. They laughed a lot but also were all close to tears a few times. Phill told them all about Keith and about Robbie, and having to choose between them. They became closer than ever in a very short time. All in all, it might have been the best thing to happen to the three of them. **************************** "We aren't getting much done today, guys," Paul said, as the band stopped playing in the middle of a song again. "It's my fault. I am not learning my part fast enough for you," Phill apologized. "No, it isn't that, and you know it. I have my mind on my family moving. No one knows how long we even have as a group any more. Maybe, we should just forget the whole thing," Isaiah said. "Look, I am not giving up," Robbie said. "We have worked too hard to get where we are now. Nobody knows if we have to break up or not. Isaiah, who knows how long it will take for your house to sell, if it sells at all. We are crazy if we give up the first time something bad happens. If we get good enough and start to make some money, maybe your mother would let you get an apartment here and stay, Isaiah, or maybe you could live here with Ed, Paul, and myself," Robbie said. "No way my mother would ever move away and leave me here," Isaiah said dejectedly. "Well, don't give up. This is Friday, and I hurt my wrist on Wednesday. I think this is long enough for me to wear this stupid blow up cast," Robbie said, as he started to take it off. "I am going to play with you on the next song. All I have in my hand is this guitar pick. That sure isn't heavy enough to hurt it." **************************** Matt and Mike arrived right before dinner was ready on Friday night. Everyone had got the approval from their parents to spend the night, even Tim and Tom. Some of the boys would have to sleep on the floor, but that didn't seem to make anyone not want to stay for the night. Robbie, Isaiah, Phill, and M&M were walking around the pool, talking. Isaiah had told them about the moving plans for both of them. "It just isn't fair. We were starting to really sound good," Isaiah said. "Look, guys, nothing has happened yet, has it? Worry about it when the time comes. We used to worry just like you guys are doing now when bad things happened in our life, and it all turned out all right, didn't it? And we went through lots tougher times than you are going through, you know?" Matt asked. "Yeah, I know. You are right. We are just feeling sorry for ourselves. I just don't see how we can convince his Mom to let him stay here and her move to San Diego," Robbie said. "Just give it some time and see what happens. Maybe Isaiah won't move after all. His house could take months to sell. Just don't panic, OK? Keep practicing, and see how good you can get. Maybe someone will discover you and sign you all up for a multi-million dollar contract," Mike said, kidding. "Yeah, right. I don't believe in miracles, do you, Robbie?" Isaiah asked. "I don't know. It happened to me once," Robbie said, as he thought back to three years ago when he was spending all of his time alone and Stan had rescued him. Maybe it could happen twice. Life is full of surprises. Comments can be sent to me at fsw99@mindspring.com.