Date: Fri, 22 Sep 2000 14:48:12 -0500 From: fsw99 Subject: Chapter 32 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 Thirty Two We put in the cassette David had copied as we followed him to their home. No one could really believe it was them playing on the recording. It really rocked! They stopped in front of a huge house, and Jimmy ran in to get his clothes. Paul went with him, but everyone else stayed inside their vehicles. Brian, who lived close by, told everyone good bye and walked the rest of the way home. Tim, Tom, Matt, and Mike got out of their van and came over to listen to the songs while we waited. Everyone was speechless listening to the sound. Jimmy came out quickly, with Paul carrying his bag. David and his wife came out on their front porch and waved to us as we drove off. When we finally arrived back at my house, everyone came inside and all the boys decided to go down to the basement to listen to the tapes Jimmy had made of the songs he and Brian had written. I decided to stay upstairs and start cooking supper. I also had to figure out where to sleep ten boys in my 3 bedrooms and the fold out bed in the basement. I didn't know what was more difficult, cooking for eleven or finding enough places to sleep. I had bought a blow up mattress and air pump. Maybe I could get Tim, Tom, and Jimmy to sleep on that on the floor in the basement, Matt and Mike on the fold out sofa bed, Ed and Isaiah in one room, Robbie and Phill in the other, and Paul with me. That seemed like as good an idea as I could come up with. Everyone else was standing around the cassette player connected to Robbie's stereo. Jimmy was explaining about the song he was about to play. It was called `Coming To Get You`, obviously written about his feelings for his older brother. Everyone was surprised at the hard driving song, dominated by Jimmy on the keyboards and the single lead guitar. "Wow, that is really good," Paul said. Who is the band playing with you?" "You won't believe me if I told you. Let me re-wind the tape, and I'll play it again so we all can start to learn our parts, OK? Well, I kind of know mine, but all of you can learn your parts," Jimmy said. "No, wait! I want to know. I didn't think you had ever been in a band before," Paul said. "I haven't." "Well, who is playing with you?" "Kenny is playing the guitar part. It took me forever to convince him for the two of us to play together." "And who else?" "Nobody, just the two of us." "Aw come on! I can hear drums, a bass, the singer. There has to be at least five of you," Paul said. "Look, I'll tell you, but it is kind of embarrassing," Jimmy said. "OK. Who are they?" Paul asked again. "Any of you ever like The Beatles?" Jimmy asked. "What has that got to do with anything? Tell us, or I am going to give you the butt kicking I have been promising you," Paul said, as he assumed the karate pose again. "Don't go there, punk, or you'll wish you hadn't," Jimmy laughed. "I'm getting there, I have to tell it this way. My Dad told me this story. Anyway, when The Beatles broke up, no one really had any plans for what they wanted to do next. Paul McCartney decided he wanted to make an album of his own, but didn't want to start a new band. So, he just rented a recording studio in England, and made his own record all by himself. He would record one instrument at a time, then play the tape as he recorded the next instrument, and then he added the singing at the end." "So???? You are making me crazy. What has that got to do with the rest of your band?" Paul yelled. "Paul, calm down and listen to what he is saying," Ed said, his eyes getting big. "The album was called `Ram`. Dad still has it. It really sounds pretty good. I told you I had lots of time here, without anything to do. I recorded it all since the start of last summer," Jimmy said. "But who are the other people?" Paul asked, clearly not getting it. Jimmy looked at Ed and said, "Your little brother is a little slow, isn't he?" He turned back to Paul and said, "Kenny plays guitar. I played everything else. That's me singing. I had to record the singing over and over to get it right. I really could never be a lead singer. I am nowhere as good as Isaiah." Paul just stared at him with his mouth wide open. "No way! I don't believe you. The drummer sounds almost as good as I do. The bass sounds as good as Ed." "Thanks, little brother," Ed said smiling. "You know what I mean. OK, come over here and play something on my old drums. They are paid for until the end of the month, and we haven't taken the time to return them yet. We have been practicing too much. Just play one thing, and I will believe you," Paul said, daring Jimmy. "If I do, then can we listen to the rest of the songs? The quicker we start to learn all of the songs, the quicker we can start to record them," Jimmy answered. "Fine. Just play. I have to see this," Paul said. Jimmy arranged all the drums to his liking, and then tore into a long drum solo. It went on for several minutes, with everyone just staring with their mouths hanging open as they watched him play. Finally, he put down the drum sticks and walked calmly back to the rest of the group without any emotion on his face, almost staring at the floor. If anything, he was clearly embarrassed. "There is one song towards the end that everyone gets a solo of their own. That is the drum solo. Ed will have about a minute to a minute and a half bass solo. There is only one guitar solo, but either I can make it into a duet, or add a second part. My solo is the longest, but hey, I wrote it, you know?" he asked, blushing brightly. "How did you ever learn to play so many instruments?" Paul asked, with awe showing in his voice. "Try spending every day, every summer, and everyday after school over here for five years and see what you can do," Jimmy said. "Anyway, can we get back to listening to the music now?" "Can I hear my solo?" Ed asked, clearly excited. "My old bass is over there, too." "Can I just play the song? No one knows about this except Brian and Dad. I just feel really strange even talking about it, not to mention playing it in front of you. I am the keyboard player, right? I want to play keyboards. I don't want to play drums or bass. I wouldn't have told any of you except you made me," Jimmy said, as he looked at Paul. "I'm sorry. I didn't know it would embarrass you. I just couldn't believe you could play all those instruments. Can you play guitar, too?" Paul asked softly. Jimmy just nodded his head yes, with his eyes down. "Kenny helped me record two songs, and then he said he was on vacation from playing in his band, and didn't want to record any more of his little brother's jerk off songs. That was when I first wrote the lyrics to `Coming To Get You`. Brian writes almost all of the lyrics to the other songs, but I was especially motivated, for some reason," Jimmy said smiling. "I thought he might find it ironic to have recorded the first guitar lead for the song I hope will finally kick his butt for me. I could never do it, even after taking karate. He gave me more whippings than Dad ever has." "Hey. All past history. Long before you met all your new brothers, right guys? I think everyone is ready to hear all of your songs now," Paul said, as he put his arm around Jimmy's shoulder and led him back to the cassette player. The boys spent the rest of the time before dinner was ready listening to all of the songs and trying to remember their parts. After dinner, everyone but Jimmy and Paul came back down to listen some more, since they were supposed to try and play some of them the next day. Jimmy could play guitar, too. He didn't sound as good as his brother had on the first two songs, but he wasn't bad, either. Robbie and Phill were constantly talking together over on the side as the songs were playing, trying to figure out better ways to play the same song. Meanwhile, Paul had taken Jimmy out by the pool, and they were laying in lounge chairs in the dark, talking. They were really getting along great, and already were becoming best friends. There was only one problem. Jimmy had finally found a really good friend. No problem there. But Paul had fallen in love for the first time, and it was with a straight guy!!!! **************************** Dinner was over, the dishes put in the dish washer, and everyone was ready to collapse. It had been a long, tiring day, and everyone was exhausted, either mentally, physically, or both. Everyone agreed that they wanted to go to bed early, if they were expected to be back at the studio early the next morning. Stan explained what he had come up with as far as sleeping arrangements. "I thought that Jimmy and I would use the blow up mattress in the den," Paul said, with a pleading look in his eyes. I looked at Paul, saw the look, and said, "Well, what will we do with Tim and Tom? I guess they could sleep with me in my king size bed." "We can just sleep in the fold out bed with Matt and Mike", Tom said quickly. "That is just a queen size bed. The four of you wouldn't be comfortable in it," I answered. "Oh yes we will. We have slept in it with them every night they have been over here since we moved here," Tim said, then realized what he had said, and blushed deeply. Tom also blushed at he glared at his big mouth twin brother. I think M&M were also blushing a little. "OK, if that is fine with Matt and Mike, it is fine with me. I will just sleep by myself, like I did before all of this started to happen. It might be just what I need, you know?" I said, as I walked to my bedroom and let them get settled on their own. I wasn't really mad at all, I just thought my life was suddenly out of control, and I had nothing I could do to make it right once again. I didn't want to live on the road, but I didn't want to rob the boys of their chance at making it in music. I had a lot to think about, and maybe a night by myself was just what I needed. Everyone went to their respective bedrooms, and Paul got out the blow up mattress and pump, and started inflating it. "Stan isn't mad, is he?" Jimmy asked. "I hope not. I don't think so. I have been sleeping with him every night since he became Ed and I's foster father, but I think it is just all the new things that have been thrown at everyone today. Like going on the road. Having to quit school. There is a lot for him to think about," Paul answered, as he continued to add air to the mattress. "I don't want to cause trouble here. I could just go and sleep downstairs like Stan said," Jimmy said. Paul just laughed. "I think you would get more grief from Tim and Tom than from Stan if you did that. Didn't you see the look on Tom's face when he said that they had been sleeping in the same bed with Matt and Mike whenever they stayed over since they moved here? I thought that Tim was going to run over and slap him," Paul said, as he giggled. "OK, if you think so," Jimmy said. Just then, Robbie and Phill walked in. Both boys were dressed in just their underwear, Robbie in his briefs, and Phill in his boxers. "Phill and I talked it over, and we don't want Stan sleeping by himself tonight. A lot has been dumped on him today, and we are going to sleep with him. There is plenty of room for all three of us, so both of you can use my room and not have to sleep on the floor," Robbie said. "Are you sure? Are you sure there is enough room?" Jimmy asked, as his eyes ran all over the other two boy's bodies. He quickly caught himself, but not before Paul saw him. Robbie just smiled. "I think we can manage," he said. "OK, thanks," Paul said, glad there would be a door he could close. Robbie and Phill walked out of the room, and Paul watched Jimmy's eyes follow them out. "He may think he is straight, but his eyes say something else," Paul thought to himself. "Help me get the air out of this so we can put it up and get to bed. I am beat! Plus, I want to talk to you some more about all of the new songs." "Oh, OK," Jimmy said, as he kind of shook himself out of the funk he was under. "Why did I look at Robbie and Phill like that? I am not gay. And why am I scared to sleep in the same bed with Paul? Stan already told me no one here would make anyone do anything they didn't want to do. And plus, I know Paul wouldn't do anything like that to me, anyway. So, why am I worried, all of a sudden?" he asked himself, as he forced air out of the mattress. Robbie knocked on my door lightly, and then pushed it open. "Is it still OK for me to sleep in here?" Robbie smiled. "Especially if I bring a friend along?" I just smiled back and said, "I guess if it was OK for three years, it will always be OK." "Are you sure it is alright for me to sleep here, too? If it isn't, I can go find somewhere else," Phill said. "No, you are more than welcome. I know you guys will want to sleep next to each other, but why don't you both lay down on each side of me for a few minutes? I think a hug from both of you is just what I need right now," I said. Phill and Robbie just grinned at me and both ran to one side of the bed after Robbie had shut the door. I put one arm each of them, as they both laid on their side with their arm around my chest and stomach. We all snuggled up together and nothing was said for a minute or two. "Did you ever think our lives could get this complicated in such as short time?" I finally asked. "No way," Robbie said. "So much has changed in the last few weeks, but most of it is good," he said, as he took his hand and gently stroked Phill's face. "You guys really love each other, don't you?" I asked. "Yeah. I knew you could tell. I wanted to talk to you about it, but we never seem to be alone any more," Robbie said. "You had better be good to him, Phill, or I'll have to hurt you," I said playfully. "I will try. I do love him. I never want to hurt him, but I sure have a problem with Keith. I thought I loved him before I met Robbie, and I don't want to hurt him. I know he loves me, but I just don't feel the same way any more. I just don't know how to tell him, so he will understand, but not be hurt," Phill said. Maybe we can work on it together. Why don't the three of us brainstorm for a few minutes. He has spent a lot of money on you guys, and I hope he doesn't get hurt either. He seems like a very nice young man, as do his cousins. They don't put on airs at all, and I know they must have lots of money. They really don't act like I would have thought rich people acted at all," I said. "Me too. I tried not to like him because of the way he loves Phill, but he does seem nice. All three of them do, and I really tried to dislike all of them," Robbie said. "Lots of money doesn't describe it. You wouldn't believe the house where I stayed in London. It was more like a museum than a house. And that was Keith's Grandmother's house on his Mom's side. Keith said it was really lots smaller than they have in other cities. I don't think they just have millions of dollars, I think many, many millions. Maybe, billions," Phill said. "Well, if that is so, they really don't show it by their actions. They acted just like anybody else around us. We need to make sure that we don't pay back Keith's generosity by hurting his feelings when he finally realizes that Phill wants Robbie and not him. We need to figure out how to keep Keith, Mark, and Alex as part of our group without leading Keith on, thinking Phill is interested in him. If we could make him understand that Phill doesn't love him, but everyone wants to keep all three of them as friends, that would be the best way to end this that I can think of," I said. "That is a great idea. I just don't want him kissing you anymore, though," Robbie said to Phill. Phill blushed at that comment, but didn't respond. "I did promise him two things. I might as well tell you while you can't hit me. I told him I would go to a concert this Saturday night, and then go on a picnic with him the next weekend. I told him we would only go as friends, though. He is really sweet, caring, and affectionate. I hope he finds someone else for him to love, and who will love him back. I have who I want, I swear, Robbie. But I just can't make myself hurt him. He has been too nice to me. I do love him. I'll admit it. But not like I love you. His whole family was wonderful to me, and I know their house was worth over a hundred times more than ours was in England. They treated me special, like one of them, even though we are from far different backgrounds. I just can't hurt him. Do you understand?" Robbie asked, as a single tear ran down his cheek. Robbie didn't say anything for a few minutes, he just raised up slightly as he stared into Phill's eyes. "Robbie, if the two of you are going to make it together, you have to learn to trust each other," I said. "I know. OK, go to your concert and picnic. Just friends, right? You promise?" Robbie asked. "Promise. I love you, Robbie. I really do," Phill said. "I love you too, but you make me really nervous," Robbie said, as they held hands across my body. "I love both of you, too. I think it is time for you to both be on one side of the bed now. Phill, why don't you go over to Robbie's side of the bed? I can move over to the side, and give you both plenty of room. I think you need to be together right now," I said. Phill almost ran over to where Robbie was lying, and quickly, they were hugging each other and kissing passionately right in front of me. I just grinned, pulled the covers over them, and turned out the light. Robbie really was like my own son, and I was really happy for him. I turned over on my side, and spooned my body up close to Robbie, with my arm over Phill's back. We all fell asleep in our three way embrace. *************************** "What side of the bed do you want?" Paul said, as he pulled his t-shirt up over his head. "I don't care. You choose," Jimmy answered. "I usually just sleep in my underwear. Is that all right with you?" Paul asked, as he took off his shoes and socks. "Me too. You have already seen my boxers earlier today, so that isn't a big deal," Jimmy answered, also removing his shirt. Paul stood directly in front of Jimmy as he slowly unbuckled his belt, watching his reaction. As he unsnapped the top button of his blue jean shorts and started to unzip them, he saw Jimmy's eyes go down to watch. Paul smiled to himself, as he reeled in his fish. He slowly unzipped the fly and then pulled them down, stepping out of them. Jimmy had watched the whole thing, and then pulled his eyes up to meet Paul's. Finding out he had been caught, he blushed fiercely, and turned away, fumbling with the front of his shorts. "Jimmy. Jimmy, look at me," Paul commanded. Jimmy sheepishly looked around. "Look, I like you. I really like you. I hated you at first, but I think I understand you a lot better now. I think you like me. Do you?" Paul asked, walking up closer, in nothing but his briefs. Jimmy looked him in the eye. He looked scared to death. "Sh......Sure I like you," he mumbled. "Look, I lied before. I don't usually wear my underwear to bed. I always sleep nude. Is that OK with you?" Paul asked, walking even closer. "Uh, well, uh, I guess I don't care," Jimmy stammered, looking at Paul with his eyes wide. "Great," Paul said, as he stepped back and pulled his underwear down and off, tossing them to the side. Jimmy's eyes immediately went down, as he stared at Paul, who was half way to being hard. "Jimmy, I do really like you," Paul said huskily, as he stepped closer and slid his right hand between Jimmy's legs, massaging his fully hard penis. "Ohhhhhhh!! OHHHHHH!" Jimmy moaned, as he clung to Paul's back. Paul had both hands working under them, as he quickly pushed down Jimmy's shorts and boxers to his knees. He raised his head up to Jimmy's, and kissed him roughly on the mouth, still holding his hard penis in his hand. Jimmy reacted like he never thought he would. He became a wild man, kissing back with exuberance that even surprised Paul. It was like a side of him that had been buried for years had finally been unleashed, and he was determined to make the most of it. He pushed Paul back towards the bed and they fell in one heap, arms and legs intertwined. Paul finally moved them up to where they were laying at the head of the bed, almost having to drag Jimmy's body with him. He broke their kiss, only to finally push Jimmy on his back and start kissing his face and neck. Jimmy was just laying on his back and moaning. His mind was running as fast as it could, processing the new information his body was sending him. Part of him was saying get up and stop Paul from doing this, but it was a small part. The majority said NEVER LET THIS END!!! Paul eased himself down Jimmy's body until he got to Jimmy's chest. He first licked both nipples until they were hard, and then started gently biting them. Jimmy moaned loudly, and then sat up, pulling Paul with him, and kissed Paul passionately. Paul finally broke the kiss, smiled hugely at Jimmy, and pushed him back down flat of his back. Jimmy had now given in fully to his passion. No more doubts. He liked this, and he liked it a lot. Paul continued to kiss his way down Jimmy's body. Jimmy was just staring at the ceiling like he couldn't believe this was happening. Which he couldn't. BUT, he was glad it was!!! Paul finally got down where he could see Jimmy's penis, which was now flat against his stomach. Jimmy wasn't very large, only about five inches in length, but Paul was satisfied, which is all anyone should want. If anything, it was easier for Paul to take it into his mouth, as he did on his first try, all the way to Jimmy's pubes. Jimmy moaned loudly again, as Paul ran his lips up and down the shaft. He pulled his mouth all the way off, and concentrated on just licking the sensitive head. Jimmy was moaning and writhing under him, as he experienced this new feeling. This was the first time for Jimmy being with anybody. This was the first time for Paul, other than being raped by his Foster Dads, which he certainly didn't get any enjoyment out of. Both were enjoying themselves immensely, one learning how to please his lover, and the other finally understanding what it means to be loved. Jimmy finally yelled out loud enough to be heard in the other two bedrooms, and came in Paul's mouth. Paul swallowed as much as he could, but still had a little cum running down his mouth. He moved himself up to where he was laying next to Jimmy, and pulled him close to his body, as he watched Jimmy recover. Jimmy finally came out of his sexual high, and looked over at Paul. He noticed the cum running down his mouth, smiled, and used his fingers to wipe it off on the sheet. He reached over and lightly kissed Paul's lips, wondering what he should do now. His life had just totally changed. Hopefully for the better. Then, he decided what he should do next. It wasn't an easy decision. Comments can be sent to me at fsw99@mindspring.com.