Date: Mon, 25 Sep 2000 09:43:10 -0500 From: fsw99 Subject: Chapter 33 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 Three Jimmy leaned over after he had fully recovered and gently kissed Paul's lips. Paul smiled back at him and said, "You don't have to do anything for me, if you don't want to." Jimmy stared back in his eyes for several seconds before speaking. "I don't think I can do for you what you did for me, but I really enjoyed what you did. Is it OK if I just kind of take this in steps?" "Sure. I don't want you doing anything you aren't completely sure you want to do," Paul said, as he leaned over and kissed Jimmy. "Thanks. Let me at least clean you up," Jimmy said, as he reached over and got a tissue out of the box and cleaned up Paul's face. Jimmy's mind was totally confused. He sure had never thought that he might be gay. He had dated some, but being only 15, not a lot. But, he had totally enjoyed everything that Paul had done for him, and he sure liked what he now saw of Paul's body. If he had to chose with being naked and in bed with the sexiest girl in his class at school or with Paul, he new he would choose Paul. He also wanted to enjoy Paul's body like Paul had enjoyed his, but he was afraid. He was afraid of being labeled "gay" and all the negative connotations that come along with the tag. Hatred. Hostility. Name calling. Possible beatings, even thought he was very good at karate. Being openly gay in high school is not a very pleasant experience in most cases. But he thought about all the others in the band, along with Stan, Matt, Mike, and everyone else. There had been thirteen people around him when Isaiah had told him that all of them were gay. He never would have expected any of them as being gay, especially Paul, with his open hostility and defiance of how Jimmy had first treated them. Jimmy's idea of gay people was that they would all be weak and effeminate. All he knew is what he had heard at school and other places he had been with friends. Comments about gay people were always used as jokes, cutting others down when they called them gay, fag, or queer. All the gay people he had just met were just as normal as anyone else. Nobody was weak or effeminate. Jimmy's take on homosexuality took a strong turn for the better. (Which is the way it should be now. Gay beating would seldom happen if gays travel together, know how to defend themselves, and don't bring lots of attention to themselves by acting in the stereo-typed way many people still think of gays. "Lesbians are butch, gay men are queens" Old news! Sorry, soap-box time! - hehehe) "I would really like to help you out, too. I am not ready to do what you did for me, but I would really like to give you a hand, so to speak," Jimmy said, looking at Paul and smiling. "That would be great. You don't even have to do that, if you don't want to," Paul said. "I know, but I want to. I really want to, you know?" he asked, bending down and lightly kissing Paul once more. Paul just smiled back up at him. "Can I?" he asked quietly. "Sure," Paul said, grinning back at him. Jimmy spit into the palm of his right hand and applied the spit to Paul's hard penis. This was the way he liked it when he did himself, so he thought Paul would also like it. He slowly started pumping up and down, staring as the foreskin moved back and forth, showing the dark red head on the down stroke, and then hiding it once more when he came back up. In fascination, he moved his body down until his face was just inches away. Paul was moaning above him, loving what Jimmy was doing for him. Jimmy started to add a little more saliva to his hand, but stopped. He just had to. He couldn't stop himself. Just one taste. He just had to find out what it tasted like. So, he bent down and ran his tongue up the back side of Paul's penis. Paul jerked his head up in surprise, and let out another big moan. Jimmy started slowly pumping again, as his brain processed the new flavor. Huh! Wasn't bad, didn't really taste like anything more than licking your finger. Actually, he kind of liked it, so he tried one more lick on top of the penis. Paul's increased moans made him braver, and he tried taking part of Paul's penis into his mouth for the first time. Paul almost bucked him off, but he hung on and slowly ran his lips up and down on the shaft. He took his mouth off and quickly looked at Paul, who had his arm over his eyes as he continued to writhe and moan at the head of the bed. Jimmy smiled to himself with the knowledge that he was pleasuring Paul as much as Paul had pleasured him, and took him into his mouth once more. This time, he didn't take his mouth off, he just kept running his lips up and down the penis shaft, letting his tongue roam at will. The first blast of cum caught him by surprise, and he gagged as it hit the back of his throat. He quickly pulled his mouth off, but not before another blast shot into his mouth. As he pulled his face away, another shot hit him in the right eye, temporarily blinding him. His hand immediately went to his eye, and he was hit twice more on his cheek and nose. By the time he had gotten the cum out of his eye and could see again, Paul had recovered and was sitting up next to him, trying to make sure he was all right. "You OK, Jimmy?" Paul asked, concerned. "Sure. I just got some in my eye, and it burned. I think it is all right now," he answered. "Great. Let me look," Paul said, moving Jimmy's hand and looking at his red right eye. "Your eye looks fine, but I think you may need some help with your face," Paul laughed. "Come look in the mirror." Jimmy got up and looked in the dresser mirror as Paul turned on the overhead light. Cum was dripping all over his face, from the corners of his mouth, down his nose and cheek, to his chin. Both boys openly laughed out loud, and Paul pulled him to him and kissed him hard on the mouth. Paul laid him down on the bed, and licked off all traces of his cum, and then they laid down next to each other, took the other into his arms, and quickly fell asleep, holding each other tight. ************************** "Those two are like rabbits, aren't they?" Isaiah said giggling. "Yeah. If they are going to make this much noise every night, I think I may have to start sleeping in the basement," Ed laughed. "We may have to say something to Robbie and Phill about it, or maybe move the head of your bed to the other wall," Isaiah said. "Yeah, moving the bed is a good idea. I don't want to embarrass them, though," Ed answered. "I won't embarrass them. I might just ask them if they got a good night's sleep," Isaiah said, giggling again. "Um, Isaiah. Can I ask you something?" Ed asked meekly. "Sure. You know you can. What is it?" Isaiah asked. "Um, well, uh, I was wondering if you wanted to do, um, each other like we , ah, well like we did last night," Ed stammered, clearly embarrassed. "Sure, Ed. I was thinking the same thing. Let me get another towel," Isaiah said, as he opened their door, made sure no one else was in the hall, and quickly ran for the bathroom. He ran back in, shut and locked the door, and got out the KY jelly from the night stand where he had left it last night. "We need to get a few towels and keep them in the bottom drawer." "That is a great idea. I will do that tomorrow. I don't want you to keep having to run out in the hall in your underwear any more," Ed laughed. "This time, I will do you first," Ed said, finally getting a little braver. In a few minutes, both boys were now content and ready for sleep. For the first time, they fell asleep with Ed's arm over Isaiah's back and Isaiah resting his head against Ed's shoulder, with his arm over his stomach. They were becoming closer and closer, which would really help when Isaiah pulled a stunt in front of a huge group of people that made Ed want to kill him. *************************** I was busy cooking bacon and eggs the next morning, when Ed and Isaiah walked in. Busy wasn't the word for it. Cooking for thirteen people wasn't the easiest thing to do. Robbie and Phill were sitting at the table, reading the morning paper and drinking a cup of coffee. Both had become regular coffee drinkers since the first time they had drank a cup not too long ago. Robbie had even started drinking his black, like I did. "Hi, Stan. Hi guys. Did you both get a good night's sleep?" Isaiah asked, giggling and being elbowed by Ed. Robbie and Phill quickly looked at each other with curiosity, and then looked over at me. I stared back, and just shrugged my shoulders. None of us had a clue what he was talking about. "Yeah, actually we did. We slept with Stan, and we all talked for a long time. I am really glad we did. I think Phill and I understand each other lots better now," Robbie said. "You slept with Stan?" Isaiah asked, his eyes getting wide. "Yeah. We felt bad that Paul and Jimmy would have to sleep on the floor on Jimmy's first night here, plus I really didn't want Stan to sleep by himself after everything that has happened, so we slept with him. We all three had a big orgy," Robbie kidded. "Robbie!" I yelled, starting to laugh. "OK, just kidding," Robbie said, as he and Phill burst out laughing. "Phill and I tried to seduce him, but it didn't work. I don't think he can get it up any more." "Robbie, you don't want me to come over there," I said, faking anger, but trying hard not to laugh myself. Isaiah and Ed hadn't joined in the laughter. They were staring at each other with puzzled looks on their faces. "You guys didn't go to bed in your bedroom at all last night?" Ed asked. "No, Robbie told you we slept with Stan. We got undressed, then Robbie asked me if I minded sleeping with Stan. I didn't have any problem, so we told Paul and Jimmy to put up the blow up bed and sleep in Robbie's room. We got clean clothes for today, and asked Stan if we could sleep with him. He didn't mind. Why are you so curious?" Phill asked. "No reason," Isaiah said, looking at Ed. "Son of a bitch!!" Ed said. "Ed, none of that kind of language in my house, OK?" I asked, also wondering what was going on. Just then, Paul and Jimmy walked in, looking very sleepy. They were still just in their underwear. "Hi, guys. Is breakfast ready? I am starved," Paul said. "Almost," I said. "You can have coffee or orange juice while I finish. This takes a while for as many people as we have here, you know," I said. "Sorry, I know. I was just hungry, not complaining. Fourteen now, by the way," Paul said. "Fourteen? What do you mean?" Robbie asked. "Yesterday, there were thirteen, now there are fourteen," Paul said, dancing out of the way of Jimmy, who tried to hit him. Ed and Isaiah both looked at each other with huge eyes, then smiled at each other as they got it. "We don't have a clue as to what you are talking about," Phill said. "I have to admit, I don't either," I said, as I dropped more eggs into the frying pan. "Um, well, um.............. Look, I am ashamed of myself for saying what I did about you being gay yesterday. I really didn't mean it at all. I was just putting up a big front. See I, well Paul and I, uh, well......" Jimmy stammered. "Jimmy is gay, like everyone else. He admitted it to me in bed this morning. He has been wondering for a long time, but it took my sexy little body to finally make him admit it," Paul said, as he ran around the kitchen table to get away from a charging Jimmy. I couldn't help myself. I took one look at a furious Jimmy, blushing a deep red, running around the kitchen table where Robbie, Phill, Ed, and Isaiah were sitting, trying to get his hands on Paul. I burst out laughing, followed by the other four boys. "I'm going to kill you when I get my hands on you," Jimmy said, his eyes wide with hate. Paul just laughed in his face, running for his life around the table. "Jimmy, stop!" I yelled. Jimmy stopped in his tracks and looked at me, blushing again. "Come here," I ordered. Jimmy hung his head like he was going to be beaten again, but walked over to where I was cooking. I turned the heat to low so nothing would burn, and put my hands on his shoulders, and said, "Jimmy, look at me." He slowly turned his head up, where he was staring me in the eyes, but continued to blush. "Jimmy, if you have finally decided you are gay, there is nothing wrong with that. Lot's of people have these feelings, but try to block them, and are unhappy with their lives because of it. People are born gay. There really isn't much they can do about it. There isn't a switch inside your head you can just turn on and off that will make you straight or gay. There might be a switch, but it is turned on or off when you are born. Nothing you can do about it except cause yourself problems, as you try to deny it. I really don't think you will ever find a more understanding group of people that you can talk to than us. We have all been through it ourselves, and we will all be here for you, while you get accustomed to the idea. We really are one big happy family, at least we are happy most of the time, and you now have lots of loving, supporting brothers who will always be there for you when you need them. I guess you also get me as gay Dad, because I really look at all the guys like they were my sons. Do you understand what I am trying to tell you?" I asked. Jimmy just stared at me, as a single tear ran down his face. "I understand. Thank you," he said, as he hugged me tight. I held him, as Paul walked over and hugged him from behind. I pulled Paul over to me, hugging him with the other arm, as he and Jimmy also embraced. There are magical moments in your life that you really wish you could record on video tape, and see over and over again. One thing I will always remember comes from TV. The Ed Sullivan show, if you can believe that. I will never forget seeing The Beatles play `Hey Jude` for the first time on national TV. At the end, where Paul goes into his long mostly yelling and screaming solo, with the rest of the band singing back up vocals, more and more and MORE people came out of nowhere, crowding the stage, and singing along with the back up vocals as Paul did his thing. 66, 67, or 68. Makes me REAL OLD!!!! There were maybe a hundred people, all swaying back and forth and singing along. That was the moment I became hooked on rock and roll, and the feeling hasn't died down any after all of these years. MANY years!!!! Remembering this show still sends chills down my spine. This was one of those moments. Magical moments!!! Jimmy was softly sobbing against me, and Paul was holding both Jimmy and me tightly. The other four boys all looked at each other, finally understanding, and got up almost as one, just as Matt, Mike, Tim, and Tom were entering the room. Nothing was said, as Robbie turned off the gas under the eggs and hugged me from that side, Phill hugging me from the other. Ed and Isaiah came behind Paul and Jimmy, and joined the group hug. M&M, Tim, and Tom had no idea what was happening, but knew it must be important, with Jimmy in the middle, holding on to me for dear life. Tim went to hug Phill, Tom went to hug Robbie, and Matt and Mike kind of just put their arms over all of us from behind. If ever there was one defining moment in a family coming together, it was now. (Of course, I would need back surgery from being crushed against the sink, but the surgery was worth it!!! - hehehehe) **************************** Breakfast was finally over. We had all sat down to discuss what had happened, and not keep the others in the dark. Jimmy had settled down, and finally looked relieved that his secret was out in the open with his new gay family. He and Paul had taken the kidding really well when Ed asked Paul if he and Jimmy would help him after band practice to re-arrange his room. He hadn't understood for a few minutes, but finally his grin broke through when Isaiah said that he and Ed had trouble getting to sleep at times, with the headboard up against the other bedroom's walls. Paul just gloated, but Jimmy, Robbie, and Phill all blushed as they understood what the comment meant. Everyone else just burst out in laughter, as they knew they would have felt the same way if they had unwelcome people listening in. We finally loaded up in the two vehicles and headed for the studio, picking up Brian on the way. Today was not fun. This was real work. David was on everybody all day, wanting better and better performances of the new music. Brian was coaching Isaiah on how he wanted the words of each song sung. They were getting a cram course in how a producer would be if they ever recorded a record that would be available to the public. That was still a long way away, but they were still under the same pressure. It was exhausting for everyone, even Matt, Mike, and I. This was the first time they had even played this music, and David wanted them to be able to play it as well as their other songs. His expectations just weren't reasonable, and the boys were grumbling to themselves when they finally called it a day. He wanted them back early tomorrow, which also didn't make them happy, but they knew they were making really good progress. What they didn't understand was David was having major financial problems, and thought that if he rushed the boys enough to create and over-night hit, he might save his business. Everyone was exhausted. We all were just standing around the two vehicles, talking and trying to relax, when Phill said, "Oh, shit! I am supposed to be going out with Keith tonight to a concert. What time is it?" "It is 6:15," I said. "Oh, no. Keith is on his way right now. I am so tired, there is no way I can go to the concert tonight. Jimmy, is there a phone I can use? I have his cell phone number," Phill said. "Sure. Follow me," he said, as he led Phill back inside the studio, with Robbie trailing behind. Phill rushed to the phone, and called the number he got out of his wallet. Robbie was frowning at him the whole time. "Keith, hello, it's Phill," he said when Keith picked up the call. "Where are you?" "I am about five minutes from your house, love. Are you ready?" Keith asked. "Keith, I am really sorry, but I completely forgot about the concert. I am still at the studio. We are all exhausted. Would you mind if I canceled us going out tonight? I hate to do it this late, but I am really knackered," Phill said. Keith didn't say anything for several moments. He finally said, "Mind? Why should I mind? I have spent the last couple of hours getting ready and making sure everything is perfect for us for tonight, and you call when I am almost at your doorstep to tell me you aren't going to go. No, of course I don't mind." "Keith, please don't be mad at me. I didn't do this on purpose. David has been really hard on us all day. He expects us to play all the new songs perfect, and we are really struggling. We have been practicing the old songs for a long time, and we just can't learn the new ones in one day," Phill said. "Well, I am sorry David has made it so hard on you. I suppose that is my fault for sending you there in the first place," Keith said quietly, as he continued to fume. "No, it's not your fault. What you did was very nice and generous of you. It has just been a really rough day," Phill explained. "OK Phill. Do as you like. I will talk to you later," Keith said, as he turned off the phone. Phill heard Keith hang up and hung his up as well. He turned to Robbie, who had heard everything Phill had said to Keith. "He is really mad. I don't know if he is going to forgive me for this." "Oh, he will get over it. It is just one concert," Robbie said, putting his arm around Phill's shoulders. "Come on, let's go join the others. I want to go home and take a nice, long bath in the jacuzzi. Do you know anyone that might be interested in joining me?" he asked. "I think you might be able to convince someone," Phill giggled. "I hope you are right about Keith, though. I don't want to hurt him. I hope he forgets about it quickly." Robbie wasn't right about Keith, though. After ending the call, he told the driver over the intercom to return to his house, and now he sat in the back of the limo in a daze. Here he was, chasing after someone that he did love, but who had told him that he no longer loved him back. This was totally opposite Keith's personality, and he knew it. He just sat in the back of the limo and stared into space, wondering how he had got himself into this mess in the first place. He loved his cousins, and had been perfectly happy with their relationship before Phill and his friends had stopped the robbers from beating him in England. Since that time, Phill was all that Keith could think about, and he knew he had been neglecting his cousins because of it. Keith had a lot to think about, and he was glad he was alone in the limo so he could take this time to do it. Comments can be sent to me at fsw99@mindspring.com.