Date: Fri, 17 Nov 2000 14:10:54 -0500 From: fsw99 Subject: Chapter 61 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 Sixty One I checked quickly on Tim and Tom, Brian and Nate, and Paul and Jimmy, then went back to my room and crawled into bed. Jason went down and checked on Ed and Isaiah first, then on Phill and Robbie. Robbie answered the door in nothing but his briefs, and invited Jason in for a few minutes. Phill was already in bed. "Stan said that you went to Duke. That is a really great school," Robbie said. "Yeah, it is. I really enjoyed it. Tell me about your band. I don't know anything about what you play. You are a polka band, right?" Jason kidded. "Right," Robbie answered, laughing. "Come over and sit on the side of the bed. I am going to get back in and get warm." Jason did, and Robbie snuggled back close to Phill, who put an arm around him and kissed him on the cheek. Jason looked shocked. Robbie just burst out laughing. "Sorry, we thought you knew. We are both gay. In fact, everyone is, except Brian and Nate. Sorry to surprise you. That isn't a problem with you, is it?" "No, it isn't a problem at all. It just surprised me, I guess. I never would have guessed at all. See, I'm....... You mean Stan is gay, too?" Jason asked loudly. Both Phill and Ronnie cracked up at that comment. "Yeah. Are you gay, too?" Phill asked, kissing Robbie once more. "Yeah," Jason said, looking down and blushing fiercely. "I have never done anything with anybody, though." "Look, we really like you. We all had a great time with you today. If you are gay, you are with the best people on earth you could be with. None of us cares if anyone knows we are gay. Our agent is going to publicize the fact that we are gay in every place we play. We don't care. Being gay isn't like you have a disease or something. People just don't understand that we are just like everyone else, and we plan to start trying to change that idea," Robbie said. "The media is going to find out you are gay? God! No one but you two knows I am gay. No one! Don't tell the others yet, OK?" Jason asked, looking petrified. "Don't worry, we won't. Even if the others knew, no one in our family would ever tell anyone else. We all love each other, and would never do anything to hurt one of the others. I am sure everyone already feels that way about you now," Robbie answered. "Can I ask you something?" Phill asked. "Sure, I guess. I have just told you my biggest secret," Jason answered. "You reacted kind of funny, when Robbie told you all of us but Brian and Nate were gay. You asked if Stan was too, in a funny tone. Do you like him?" Phill asked. Jason blushed crimson. "I.....I.....I don't know." Robbie and Phill howled with laughter. "I think that is all we need to know. We'll both make you a deal. If you will trust us and tell us the truth, we will tell you all about Stan. Stan and I wrote a gay story together. It is about 2 boys named Matt and Mike. All the details are true. You ought to read it. You have a lap top with you, don't you?" Robbie asked. "Yeah, I have to have one, to be able to write," Jason answered, his normal color returning. "And you have internet access?" Phill asked. "Yeah, I have since I was in high school." "Have you ever been to the Nifty Archives?" Phill asked. "No. I have no idea what that is," Jason answered. "Let us put on some shorts and t-shirts and go to your room. I think we need to have a long talk," Robbie said. "I need to tell you about Stan and I's history and an idea I just thought of." **************************** For some reason, Jason, Phill, and Robbie were all very sleepy the next morning. Jason looked like he had stayed up half the night reading. Which he had. He had read the whole Matt and Mike story in one sitting. (One guy wrote me and really did that!!!! - hehehehehe) We all had breakfast together, including Mr. James. He had insisted on being called that from day one. I was more comfortable on a first name basis, but why rock the boat, you know? I called him to the side right before we all boarded the bus. "Mr. James, could I have a word with you, please?" "Surely," he said, walking over. "Mr. James, the boys have been under a lot of pressure lately, recording their new CD and starting this tour. They are all having a hard time adjusting to your strict teaching methods. Can you just ease up on them a little bit until everyone is used to each other? They are still under a lot of stress, worrying about playing in front of such a huge crowd in two days." Mr. James smiled for the first time since I had met him. I thought everything would be fine from here on. Maybe he did understand. "Mr. Miller, have you ever taught high school?" he asked. "No." "You write novels, correct?" "Yes." "I have spent my whole career teaching boys this age. What would you do if I came up to you and started giving you advice on how to write your novels? I will not adjust my teaching methods because the boys didn't like them. I am hard on my students, but they end up far more knowledgeable because of my efforts. I have impeccable credentials. I have a signed contract and you will pay me whether I teach them or not. It is your decision, but I will continue to teach as I have always done, as long as I am employed here," he said, turned around sharply, and marched into the bus. I stood there with my mouth open, staring, as he left. We had a real problem!!! I needed to talk to Mike. This guy was acting more like a Nazi than an Englishman. I could hear him yelling at the boys before I even got on the bus. He had to go, one way or the other. I got on the bus, and sat down next to Jason, who grinned up at me. "You ready to go?" "Yeah. We have a big problem, though. Get us started and I will explain," I said, as I got out my cell phone. Jason started up the bus, and I dialed Mike, and got his secretary, like I thought I would. This was way too early for Mike to be in his office, with the hour time difference. I sat back and discussed the problem with Jason in a low voice. I sure didn't want to have Mr. James overhear our conversation. I wasn't one to back down from a confrontation, but I liked to have my mind set on what I was going to say before I entered into one. I needed to understand the terms of his contract, and decide what to do about it from there. This was business, you understand? This guy was an ass hole, and I certainly didn't want to have to pay him a lot of money to do nothing. I wanted him gone, just like the boys did. But, finding a qualified tutor that would travel on a bus from state to state wasn't exactly easy. Mike finally called me back and I explained in a low voice about our problem. He said he would have someone do a complete background check on Mr. James as soon as they could and then he would call me back. He was certain we could get out of the contract with no problems. The boys were already being more vocal in their protestions or Mr. James' demands. I hoped Mike could finish his background check quickly. I tried to write some, and got a little bit done, but the noise from the back was distracting. Mr. James was constantly raising his voice to one boy or the other. It was all I could do not to go back and strangle him. We finally pulled into our hotel in Dallas about 4:00 pm. We were all tired from the long two day trip, and were glad we could get to our hotel before rush hour traffic started. We unloaded all the luggage and I was about to check us into the hotel, when my cell phone rang. "Hello?" "Stan it's Mike. I am sorry we didn't do a better screening job on Mr. James. He has been fired numerous times for his overbearing attitude. Two of his references had never heard of him. I had my lawyer look at his contract, and he wouldn't have a prayer of winning a law suit against us if you fire him for insubordination. From what you have already told me, he refused to ease up on the boys and told you he would teach them anyway he saw fit. You can fire him any time you want." "Thanks for doing this so quickly, Mike. If I don't get rid of him now, I really think it will affect the boy's performance Thursday night. I am going to fire him right now. I guess I will have to teach them for a while." "Won't that affect your writing?" "Yeah, I'll just have to put it off for a while until we can find another tutor. The boys have to come first. My editor won't be happy, but at least she is in Los Angeles and I don't have to tell her face to face." "Well, you do what you have to do. I'll have my staff start to look for another tutor immediately. I have to go to a meeting. Bye." "Bye, Mike, and thanks again," I said as I disconnected the phone. Mr. James was standing by the boys, talking angrily to Paul. Paul's face was completely beet red and he looked like he could attack Mr. James at any moment. He saw me coming and walked over to me. "I will not tolerate Paul's attitude. You must do something about it or I will be forced to resign," he said. "You won't have to worry about Paul's attitude any more. And you won't have to resign." "Thank you. I am glad to see at least you have some common sense," he bellowed. "I want Paul disciplined immediately." I looked at Paul, who's mouth fell open and his eyes went wide as he thought I had taken Mr. James' side. I winked at him. "No, I don't think so. Paul needs someone to take a belt to his bare butt at times, but this isn't one of them. You won't have to worry about Paul's attitude any more because you are fired." "What? On what grounds?" he asked, fuming. "Insubordination. Lying on your resume. Being an ass hole. We can come up with lots of reasons. I think those are enough. You are own your own to check in here if you wish. I will pay your expenses, two days pay, and your flight back to Los Angeles or wherever you want to go, but that is all. Excuse us, please. We need to get checked in," I said. "All right, Dad!" Paul said, as he ran over and hugged me. All the boys came over with big grins on their faces. Mr. James just glared at me and said, "You will be hearing from my attorney." "Better get a really good one. We do," Paul said, as we all walked into the hotel. Everyone was glad that this was the last we would see of Mr. James. We checked in and had all of our luggage sent to my room again, including Jason's. He was now a full part of our group. We finally sorted out each person's luggage, and the boys all decided they were too tired mentally from their second day with Mr. James to go work out, so we all decided to go swimming in the hotel pool. "I don't think I will join you this time. I have some writing I want to do," Jason said. "Aw, come on Jason. Who will we all try to drown if you don't some," Paul said. "I'll see how fast I can get what I want written. If I finish early, I will come down, OK?" Jason asked. Robbie and Phill just came over and smiled at him. He smiled back and blushed a little bit. I unpacked and got out my workout clothes and decided to walk for an hour on the treadmill downstairs. I got my walkman and a couple of CD's to listen to and was ready when the boys all came back in wearing their swim trunks. We all left together except for Jason. All the boys jumped into the pool and I went into the workout room. It took me a few minutes to figure out how to adjust the treadmill, as I always walk at the maximum elevation that it could be raised and walk at a minimum of 3 miles per hour. I walk with the beat of the music, so it can be anywhere from 3.0 to a maximum of 4.7 for walking to the `Free Bird` solo. (This is true, guys. Oh, and one gal, sorry!! Hehehe I partially tore my achilles tendon in the Spring, and started walking to build it back up. Walking to Boston, Styx, and ZZ Top is where the ideas for all this music came from!!! A little history of the story doesn't hurt, right? Hehehehe) After I finished walking, I joined to boys in the pool. I was completely covered in sweat, so it was a great way to cool off. Without Jason there to occupy their time, they all started to try and dunk me, but I stopped them by telling them if they didn't quit, I would re-hire Mr. James. That stopped them immediately. Jason finally Came down and joined us for a few minutes. I saw him talking to the side with Phill and Robbie, but didn't think anything about it. Jason finally played man mountain and let the boys attack him for a while. He could throw Tim and Tom quite a ways before they came back down and hit the water, and they returned like it was a ride in an amusement park. Everyone was having a great time. Everyone finally was tired, even Jason, and he had only been in the pool for thirty minutes or so. But, he had tossed the boys high in the air for most of that time, so he had a reason to be tired, too. We all went back up to our rooms to shower and change clothes, then decided to meet back in my room in an hour. I wanted to meet in thirty minutes, but Jason asked if he could have a little more time so he could read over what he had written. I didn't care, and neither did the boys, so we agreed on an hour. I used the extra time to call downstairs and ask where a good restaurant was that could accommodate all of us, and they were nice enough to call and get us a reservation. We all left on time, and again enjoyed a pleasant meal together. Again, Jason only had a large salad, and the boys started asking him if he had some kind of rabbit disease. He took their kidding easily, and just kidded them back. I was really starting to like Jason. I just sat back smiling, as I watched all the boys interact with him. Jason was grinning like a kid at Christmas as he enjoyed all the attention he was receiving. I think his days of being lonely were over. We got back to our rooms, and everyone decided to go to bed early so we could get up and tour Dallas in the morning. I made reservations with Grey Line, a national tour company for an all day tour, and then checked on the boys. Everyone was in bed watching TV. I was surprised to find Brian and Nate sharing one double bed. Brian had opened the door, and when I stared at the made up second bed, he blushed and said, "Stan, can we talk to you for a minute?" "Sure, Brian. What's up?" "Uhm, Nate and I were thinking we would rather have a king size bed like the others," Brian said shakily. "No problem, guys. I don't think we can change it here, but I will call Mike in the morning and his staff can change the rest of the reservations, OK?" "Thanks. Uhm, well, uhm, don't tell the others, OK?" Brian asked. "I won't. It is none of my business, and none of theirs, either. Someone will notice along the tour, though." "We know. We will tell them, but we just don't want too yet." "No problem. Night, guys," I said. "Night. Thanks," Brian answered. "Yeah, thanks Stan," Nate said in a low voice. I walked back to my room, shaking my head. There were twelve of us counting Jason, and it sure looked like Jason was going to be the only one of us who was straight, after what I had just seen. I stripped off my clothes and got into bed. I decided to read for a while before going to sleep. There was a knock on my door, so I got up and put on a robe and answered the door. Jason was standing there. "Hi. You said that you would help me with some ideas if I wanted. I have written part of a short story, and I just wanted your opinion," he said. "Is this a bad time?" "No, Jason, it's fine. How long is the story?" "It's only five pages." "OK, it won't take long to read it," I answered, letting Jason come in and closing the door behind him. He sat down on the couch and opened his lap top. It was already turned on, so it only took him seconds to bring up the story. "I haven't got a name for it yet. I don't know how I want it to end. That's why I thought I would get some input from you before I added the ending," he said. "That's fine. What is it about?" "Well, it is kind of auto-biographical. It is about me growing up till now," he said, blushing a little bit. "Oh, I see. Are you sure you want me to read it?" "Yes, I am positive. All of you are real open about yourselves, and I want to be, too. Go ahead and read it." "OK." I started reading. As I had suspected, Jason had been a lonely kid growing up. I was feeling really bad for him as I continued. Near the end, he even wrote about meeting me and the boys, and how he felt encouraged about losing weight for the first time. Then came the shocking part of the story. Jason was gay, and in love with me!!!!! I looked up at him, shocked, and he leaned in and kissed me hard on the mouth. He broke the kiss and leaned back and waited for me to respond. My head was spinning with this new development. I stood up and walked across the room. I came back towards him, and you could see the fear in his eyes. I made up my mind instantly. "Jason, I can't let myself get involved with our bus driver on the second day since we left home. I just can't. How would that look to the rest of the boys?" "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you," he said, looking like he was about to cry. "Jason, you don't give me much of a choice. I am going to have to fire you as our driver," I said. "WHAT?" he said, as tears started to form at the corners of his eyes. Comments can be sent to me at fsw99@mindspring.com.