Date: Mon, 09 Oct 2000 13:20:37 -0500 From: fsw99 Subject: Chapter 43 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 Forty Three For the first time in over a week, David hadn't demanded that everyone get over to the studio as soon as they could every day. After they had played on Friday night, he said they could have Saturday off. Everyone had agreed to sleep in late on Saturday morning, and maybe go to the studio that afternoon and work some more on the new songs. I always get up early, even on weekends. Sure has changed as I get older. 7:00 am is really late for me to get up. When I was the boy's ages, my Mom had to threaten me over and over to get me up that early. Long time ago. I got up at 6:30, started the coffee pot, and got my paper. I read it completely, starting as usual with the sports section, and nobody was still stirring. The Braves had lost again. The Mets were closing in. I was not in a good mood. I decided that the boys would have to get by on cereal this morning. I went into my bedroom, careful not to wake Tim and Tom, who were still fast asleep. I was amazed when I was able to gently separate myself from them when I woke up. I was very gentle and took my time, and they barely stirred. I got out at the foot of the bed and covered them back up, and they were back in a deep sleep in no time. I was really beginning to love them too, just like I did the rest of the boys. Something had to be done about the vehicle situation. Thank heavens my latest book was really selling good. Number three on the New York Times Best Seller list. Best I had ever done. If it wasn't for those damn Harry Potter books, I might have a best seller for the first time. I would like that. At least I had some extra money now that I wasn't used to, so I decided to visit the local Ford dealer again. If I bought another vehicle, I think they will start sending me Christmas and Birthday cards. I had taught Robbie to drive, and went with him to get his licence. Ed was old enough, but no one had been interested enough to teach him to drive. Phill was old enough, too, but I didn't know if his parents would allow him to drive my vehicle. Robbie and Ed would be plenty, though. I got out fresh clothes, and started to shave. When I was done, I quickly showered, and headed down to see how much of my savings would be gone before the day was over. ***************************** Jimmy woke up with a start, and sat up. His great dream about Paul had ended, and he was dreaming about his last beating his Dad had given him in front of everyone. He was jerked out of a deep sleep, and he woke up wondering where he was. He had been talking in his sleep, and had yelled, "No, Dad, not in front of everyone," also waking Paul up. "Jimmy, what is it?" Paul asked sleepily. "It's nothing. Just a bad dream. Go back to sleep," Jimmy replied. "No, tell me. I really want to know. I want us to share everything from now on." Jimmy just stared into Paul's sleepy eyes, smiled, and kissed him lightly on the mouth. "Me, too. You are right. I was dreaming about my last beating." "You are right about one thing. Last! Last beating! He had better be able to handle both of us from now on," Paul said loudly. Jimmy just smiled again. "You know, I think you mean that." "Damn right! No one is ever going to be able to do that to you again, without also doing it to me." Jimmy just smiled bigger at him and said, "So. You want to share everything with me from now on. My pain? My pleasure?" Paul smiled at him. "Well, I would really rather share your pleasure. If either of us experiences any pain, I want the other to be there for the other one. Both ways, you know?" "I know. You want to know about my first dream? I can still remember it vividly." "Sure. I want to share everything with you." Jimmy just laughed. "Yeah, I think you will want to share this dream with me. I dreamed you made love to me like I did you last night. It was unbelievable. Everything I could have ever asked for. I think we will have to change the sheets before Ed gets back into his bed. Think you can live up to my dream?" Paul laughed out loud. "You won't believe this, but I had the same kind of dream. You wanted to be on your stomach. Just once. You wanted me to get over all the pain and anguish from what I had gone through. You said you wanted me to get over all the anger I had in side of me so all I would have is love left inside of me. Just love for you." Jimmy sat up in the bed and stared at Paul. "No way." "Yeah. I swear." Paul answered, with a questioning look in his eyes. A huge chill ran up and down Jimmy's body. "I didn't say I didn't want you to make love to me the first time, I wanted you to fuck me like you really didn't love me, fuck me like you hated me, so you could get all the anger out, did I?" Paul went white. "Uh, well, uh, yeah. How do you know that?" "I dreamed the same thing. You got me ready first. You wouldn't just take me like you had been taken. I wanted you to, but you refused. I wanted it rough and hard, to understand your pain. To get it out of you, once and for all. You couldn't possibly have dreamed that," Jimmy said, also shaken. Paul just stared at the wall. He finally said, "Yeah, I did. I can still see it in my head. I usually don't remember much of my dreams. This one is crystal clear. I actually cried some at first. All of the past kind of floated before my eyes. I saw every time I had ever been raped in the past. But then, all of it faded away, and I was making love to you. All of the past was gone, but you were still here." "It kind of scares me that we both dreamed the same thing. I want us to do it just that way. Exactly like in the dream. Right now," Jimmy said. "Do you really mean it?" Paul asked. "Yeah, I really do. Get me ready, OK?" Jimmy said, moving over to the side of the bed and laying down across it. Paul got behind him and started the preparing process like Jimmy had done with him the night before. He took his time, and eventually Jimmy loosened. "I think you are ready," Paul said worriedly. Jimmy stood up and pulled Paul to him. "Look, I love you. I want us to be together from now on. Forever. But, I want the real you. I want Paul, the whole person. Maybe that is what the dream means. That we have to do this so we can love each other with all our hearts from this point on. Now, come on. Do what you have to do. Put it in all the way the first time," Jimmy said. "I can't do it that way. I know I will hurt you," Paul answered. "It has to be this way, don't you understand? You have to be angry. It is the only way for your anger to finally go away. Now, do it or I am going to beat the shit out of you," Jimmy said, as he slapped Paul hard across the face, then laid down. "You bastard, that hurt," Paul said. He now was angry. If that was the way Jimmy wanted it, that is how he would get it. He didn't even put vaseline on his penis, he just shoved it all the way inside of Jimmy, and started pumping in and out, standing behind him. Jimmy had to bite the pillow he had put under his head to keep from screaming. He knew he couldn't do that, though, and held the pain inside of him. Just like in the dream, Paul could see all of his bad past passing before his eyes. As he merciless fucked Jimmy, he kept slapping his back and butt as he did so, making red marks all over him. He finally saw Mr. Wilson raping him the last time, and he actually punched Jimmy hard between his shoulders. Jimmy again almost cried out, but he stopped himself at the last moment. Then, all the past floated away, and Paul now only thought about Jimmy, who lay below him. He slowed his pace, and saw all the red marks he had left. "Oh, baby, I'm sorry. I didn't know I was doing that," Paul said through his tears. "I'm OK. Are you all right now?" Jimmy asked. "Yeah. I think so," Paul answered. "Can we finish with me lying on my back? I want you to make love to me now. I don't think either of us wants to be in this position any more," Jimmy said. "I think that is a great idea," Paul said, as he pulled out of Jimmy. Jimmy moved the pillow back to the head of the bed and laid down on his back, holding his legs up at his chest. "Now, make love to me. Show me how much you love me," he said. Paul slowly entered him again, and then laid down on top of him, kissing him deeply. This time, he went slow, trying to make it last. He was already pretty far gone from the previous position, though, and it wasn't but a couple of minutes and he came and came hard. Jimmy's orgasm came right behind Paul's, and they lay together, still connected, and fell back to sleep. ***************************** I drove back to the house in our new red Ford Explorer. It was slightly smaller than the Expedition, but easily would hold five passengers. That and the Expedition would easily get us all where we needed to go. Robbie followed in the Expedition. He and Phill had gotten up as I showered, and had wanted to go with me. He was anxious to get a vehicle that would be his to drive for the first time, and was kind of mad that he hadn't got to drive it home. I had told him that he could drive it to the studio later that day, so that made it a little better for him. When we all got back to our house, the other boys had finally gotten up. Tim and Tom were watching TV in the den, and Ed, Isaiah, Jimmy, and Paul were all having what looked to be a very serious conversation in the kitchen. "Guys, come out and see out newest vehicle," Robbie said. Everyone quickly ran out to see the new Explorer. Everyone seemed really happy when they returned. "Stan, will you teach me to drive?" Ed asked. "Sure, Ed. Any of you, really. I had already thought that I would teach you. I can teach Isaiah and Phill, too, if their parents give me permission," I answered. "How about me? I am old enough to get a learner's permit," Jimmy said. "Sure. We can ask your Dad later today. How about it?" I answered. "That would be great. Thanks. Dad has said he would teach me, but he always makes some excuse," Jimmy said. "If everyone is ready, we can go and ask him right now. Why don't we stop for lunch, and then we can get an early start on practice," I answered. "Can I call Nate and see if he wants to go?" Paul asked. "If he is going to be our roadie, I think we should start letting him be with us when we practice." "Sure, I don't care. What is one more with this group? I probably won't even know he is with us," I kidded. "We need to pick up Brian, too," Jimmy reminded me. "I don't need to go buy a third car, do I?" I kidded. Paul called Nate, and he said he could be ready in a few minutes. Jimmy called Brian, who was already ready. Everyone else was ready, and we all went outside and loaded up. Robbie, Phill, Tim, and Tom got into the Explorer, and everyone else piled into the Expedition. We picked up Nate first, and he sat up front with me. Isaiah and Ed were in the last seat, with Paul and Jimmy in the middle seat. For some reason, no one had wanted to sit up front and leave their lovers. Love will do that sometimes. We picked up Brian, who ran out as he saw us drive up. He got in the middle seat with Paul and Jimmy, who were glad to move closer together to give him some room. "Uh, Stan, is it all right if Jimmy spends the night at our house again tonight? It IS Saturday night," Paul begged. "I don't care if his parents don't. Do we need to stop by for more clothes?" I asked. "Yeah, if you don't mind. It won't take very long," Jimmy answered. "Hey, Nate? You and Brian also want to spend the night with us?" Paul asked. "Me? Do you have enough room?" Nate asked. "You might have to sleep on the floor on a blow up mattress, but we have enough room, and I don't mind," I said. "Sure then, if my parents don't care. How about you, Brian?" Nate asked. "Yeah, that would be fun. I have spent the night a lot with Jimmy, but never with an army of boys," Brian kidded. Everyone laughed, and I drove towards Jimmy's house. We pulled into his driveway, and could hear glass breaking from where we sat. "Wow, listen. I have no idea what is going on. Come on, everybody,"Jimmy said, as he got out and ran for the house. We all quickly followed him, and were right behind him when he unlocked the door. Jimmy's mother was in the process of destroying most of what was in her living room. There was broken glass laying everywhere. "Mom, what's wrong? What are you doing?" Jimmy yelled. "I am getting rid of everything that reminds me of my bastard of a husband. Did you know he has sold the studio?" she screamed. "Sold it? Sold it to who?" Jimmy asked. "I have no idea. When I woke up this morning, I found this note he left for me. He was already gone. He has run off with his girlfriend. They are moving to New York City, where he is going to be her manager. She is a two bit whore singer that will never make it in show business. We are going to get a divorce, and I am going to get everything I can from the son of a bitch. Then, I will sell this house, and we are moving to Florida," she fumed. "Mom, we can't move. I am in this band, and we really have a shot to make it big," Jimmy answered. "I don't give a damn right now about your little band. You are coming with me, and that's final," she yelled. "Mom, I can't. There's more. I am in love," Jimmy said loudly. "I am in love with Paul, and he loves me, too. I won't leave him." Jimmy's Mom stopped dead in her tracks. "What else can happen in one day? Now, you are telling me that you are queer?" "Gay, Mom. Yeah, I am gay, and I love Paul with all my heart," Jimmy said firmly. She just laughed. "You have no idea what you are talking about. There will not be any queers in my family. We will get you put into therapy when we get to Florida, and rid you of these ridiculous thoughts." "Mom, I'm not going to Florida, and I'm certainly not going to therapy. I am gay. I love Paul. You just can't tell me that I am going to change my mind, because I'm not. I am who I am. You either have to love me for who I am or not love me at all," Jimmy screamed. "Then, I choose not to love you at all. Go get your clothes and get out of my house. I never want to see you again!" she yelled, and stormed out of the room. Jimmy just froze and stared after her. Paul came over and put his arm around Jimmy's shoulders and pulled him to him. Jimmy burst into tears as Paul held him tight. Paul finally made him walk with him to his room so they could be alone for a few minutes. I decided that I should at least try and make peace if I could, so I walked toward where Jimmy's mother had left the room. I could easily here where she was, as she was now breaking dishes in the kitchen. "I'm sorry for what has happened, Mrs. Shepherd. My name is Stan Miller, and I am Paul's foster Dad. I am in the process of adopting him and his brother. I know you don't mean what you said about Jimmy. He is a great boy," I said. She laughed again. "You know nothing about him. How long have you known him? A week? Two weeks? If you think he is so special, he can live with you and your faggot son," she said. "He can live with me as long as he wants," I answered calmly. "Fine. I couldn't care less. Tell him to take anything he wants right now. After he leaves, he will never step foot in this house again if he does leave," she yelled. "Do you really mean that?" I asked. "Fucking A! Don't you understand English? I hate faggots. I could never have one living with me. Now, go get him and get out of my house," she screamed. "If he lives with me, would you sign a legal document making me his legal guardian?" I asked. "Sure! Anything! Now, go get him and get out. Get the paperwork ready, and call me. I will sign it gladly, so I am finally rid of him. Now, go!" she screamed. I walked quickly out, and told all the boys to go find Jimmy and Paul and to help them get everything Paul wanted to take with him. They all ran off to help. My head was spinning. Looks like my new family just increased by one more. Comments can be sent to me at fsw99@mindspring.com.