Date: Tue, 26 Sep 2000 15:55:34 -0500 From: fsw99 Subject: Chapter 34 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 Four Keith rode back to his house in silence, lost in his thoughts. OK, he was alone, and wasn't in the habit of carrying on a conversation with his driver over the intercom, so what would you expect? He is blonde, but isn't in the habit of talking to himself. If he was, he would just get confused, and start arguing back and forth. (Hehehe - sorry Keith, couldn't resist!!!) But if he had several people with him, even if they were Mark and Alex, who Keith loved more than anyone else in the world other than Phill, he wouldn't have spoken very much at all, unless asked a direct question. Keith was very troubled as to how his relationship with Phill had deteriorated, and didn't know what to do about it. One part of him said that he didn't want anyone that didn't love him back as much as he loved them, but the other part said he still loved Phill, and wanted him at any cost. Keith was usually very decisive in his decisions, and not knowing what he really wanted here was troubling him almost as much as his doubts about whether he could ever win Phill's love back. He did make on quick decision. He called Mark's house and asked to speak to him. "Hello," Mark answered. "Mark, Keith. Phill called at the last minute and canceled our date. Are you going out tonight?" Keith asked. "No, Alex is here and we are both tired after the long party we all had to attend last night. We just decided to relax here, and maybe go out tomorrow night. Why don't you come join us? I am sure you are tired too, after having to play trained penguin all night last night," Mark said. The three boys, as heirs to the family fortune, were always expected to be part of the receiving line at any party that his family gave at any of their many houses. They always had to dress in a tuxedo, and kidded themselves that they looked like trained penguins. "Thanks. I think I will do that. I think I need your company tonight. I am really kind of down," Keith said. "I will see you soon," he said, breaking the connection on the cell phone. He instructed his driver to go to Mark's house instead of his own, and then dialed his home to let his parents know he would be spending the night at Mark's. He hadn't even noticed that they had arrived at Mark's house until the limo arrived at the gates. Well, the term house doesn't adequately describe it. Mark does a lot better job of it later in the story when he tries his hand at writing, so I will just say house is not a fitting term. The limo was admitted to the estate, and Keith was soon stepping out as his door was opened by the driver. Keith was met at the door by Mark and Alex. "We were worried about what you said over the phone. Why did Phill cancel your date?" Alex asked, as the three of them walked back to Mark's suite. "The band ran late practicing. He hadn't noticed the time until I was on my way to pick him up. He was exhausted, and didn't have the energy to go with me to the concert," Keith answered. "I am beginning to think he loves the band more than he loves you," Mark said softly, as they entered his suite. "Yeah, you are right. I think he loves Robbie first, the band second, and I come in a distant third. I am really tired of this. I know I have been neglecting the two of you because I am so preoccupied with Phill, and I am sorry. Will both of you forgive me?" Keith asked, looking back and forth, from one to the other. "There is nothing to forgive. You both supported me when I was in love. That didn't work out because my boyfriend saw that he could never have me totally for himself. The three of us are way too close to just terminate our relationship for the love of one person. If any of us fall in love, that person has to know that he has to share his lover with his cousins sometime, or the relationship wouldn't work. You and Alex were there for me. Alex and I are here for you. Did you expect anything different?" Mark, said, as he smiled at Keith. "No, I guess not. I love you two," Keith said, as he pulled both of them to him and hugged them. Alex pulled back from the hug, and said, "We have a surprise for you. After what you have been through tonight, we thought you needed something a little special. First, here is a chilled gin and tonic for you to take the edge off. Second, we are all going to take a nice long shower together. Then, we are both going to give you a nice rub down. Mark's valet has already provided all the necessary oils and towels. After a couple of more drinks and a little tender loving care by us, I think we can get the old Keith back to life. How does that sound?" "Like heaven. What would I ever do without you guys?" Keith asked, as he hugged them again. He already knew his cousins loved him. He loved them, too. Why was he so hung up on Phill? He just couldn't make himself let him go, but his resolve was weakening. Keith's mind had too many conflicting thoughts running through it. (Especially for a blonde - hehehehe). He downed the gin and tonic quickly, and Alex went to fix him another one, as Mark prepared the shower. Mark had excused his valet for the night so they could have their privacy, so they did the small tasks themselves. Keith started to take off his shoes and socks, and Alex brought him back another drink and stopped him. "We will be your personal servants tonight, master. You don't have to lift a finger. We will gladly do all the work for you," Alex said, kneeling at his feet. Keith smiled at him and said, "Alex, neither of you have to do this. We have valets to do this kind of thing for us. I also think I am capable of undressing myself, even with a valet." "I am sure you are. But you fail to see the point. Valets do what we wish out of obligation for their job. We pay them really well to do little things for us, and they perform their duties because it is part of their job. Mark and I are doing this for you because of our love for you. That is a big difference. Don't you understand?" Alex asked, his long hair falling into his eyes. "Yes I do, and I love you for it," Keith said, leaning down to lightly kiss Alex's lips. "Sometimes, I think I forget how good I have it. I was just thinking about that on the way over here. I have two cousins that I know love me, an unbelievable house, more money of my own than I can ever spend, and I am miserable most of the time lately. What has happened, Alex? I still can't get Phill out of my mind, but I am finally beginning to understand that I have to let go of him. But!!!! It is so hard!!! I love him. I love both of you, but he is different. I wanted to bring him into our family, I wanted to start to show him what he could enjoy, being part of us. I wanted the four of us to be together. I would have been so happy if it had worked out that way. But I am afraid that I am living a dream, and I just can't make myself wake up. Does that make any sense?" Mark had overheard the comments, and said, "I don't know about Alex, but that is basically how I felt about my boyfriend at the end. I loved him with all my heart, but he wanted too much. He was way too demanding. I knew I should just let him go, but doing so tore me apart inside. But you know what? The only thing that kept me going was that I knew I had the two of you here to fall back on and support me. Love me. Let me talk about my problems and then help me with them. Now, it is time for me to pay you back by supporting you. Alex hasn't gone through anything like this yet, but if he does, then he can count on the two of us to do the same thing for him. Right?" Mark asked Keith. Keith walked over and stood directly in front of Mark. "Right! The three of us will be there for each other to the end," he said, as he pulled Mark to him and kissed him passionately. They stayed embraced together, kissing all the while, as Alex quickly stripped off all of his clothes, watching the two of them. He then knelt down next to Keith and made him raise one foot at a time, until he had removed his shoes and socks. Mark had started on his shirt, and now had it unbuttoned and was in the process of removing it as Alex moved between them long enough to start on Keith's pants. He had them down in seconds, and he again made Keith raise one foot and then the other until he could completely remove them, leaving Keith in nothing but a small pair of light blue French silk briefs. Mark had started sucking Keith's nipples, one then the other, as Alex pulled the briefs down on his thighs and took Keith's penis into his mouth. Alex pulled off long enough to say, "Mark, get undressed so we can get in the shower." Mark did as Alex had asked, as Alex continued his slow process of exciting Keith. He didn't take him back into his mouth again, he just slowly licked around the head and shaft. He just wanted to tease Keith now, the main event had already been planned for later. He watched Mark undress out of the corner of his eye, as he took first one ball and them the other into his mouth, getting low moans from Keith for his efforts. His finally completely removed Keith's briefs from his body, and lead Keith toward the shower with an arm around his shoulder. The shower was huge, like the rest of the house. All three of them loved the feeling of different sprays of water hitting them from all directions when they made love, and tonight was no exception. All three of them got in, and Alex kneeled in front of Keith once more, slowly licking the head of his penis. Mark kneeled in back, pushing Keith gently forward towards Alex, and opening his buns. He began to slowly rim Keith, just as Alex took him into his mouth. Keith moaned loudly, as he was being stimulated from both ends. All thoughts of Phill were now flushed from his brain, just as Mark and Alex had planned. All he could concentrate on was how incredible Mark and Alex were making him feel. Mark had finally loosened him enough that he could soap up a finger, and feel for Keith's prostate. After years of practice, he found it quickly, and Keith moaned heavily again. Alex pulled off, knowing that he wanted to prolong Keith's orgasm as long as possible, and sat up enough to take both of his nipples in each hand at once, gently massaging and pinching them to compliment what Mark was doing. No one was touching his penis any more, but Keith felt he could shoot at any time. He was lost in this incredible feeling. Mark had taken out his one finger and replaced it with two. Keith was loosening up nicely, as always. Alex took him back into his mouth for a short time, causing Keith to gasp. Mark replaced his two fingers with three, and knew Keith was almost ready. "Alex, lay down on the shower floor, under Keith," he asked. Alex knew exactly what he meant, and lay down on his back across the drain. Stopping up the drain with his back would pool up the water around them, and the warm water would feel good to all of them. Mark gently guided Keith down on his hands and knees over Alex's body, as he knelt behind him. This wasn't exactly a new formation to the three cousins, so Keith immediately took Alex's seven inch penis into his mouth and started sucking rapidly, wanting to bring Alex closer to what he was feeling. Alex started to slowly lick Keith's head in return. Mark added a little soap to his nine inch penis. (Look, I am just the reporter here, OK? They SWEAR over 9 for Mark, 8 3/8 for Keith, and over 7 for poor, unlucky Alex. He can't even self- suck like the other two. I feel so bad!!! Maybe rich guys have a really good penile implant doctor in Beverly Hills. If not, I want a gene implant!!! One or the other!!! hehehehe) He positioned the head of his penis at the entrance to Keith's anal ring, and applied gentle pressure. It took a while, but the opening finally allowed the giant invader's head to slide inside, and really without hardly any pain on Keith's part. They were used to pleasuring each other, and always took all the time needed to avoid any pain on their lover's part. Mark didn't go any further, allowing Keith to get used to what he had inside of him. All three were sweating, but the constant beating down of the shower sprays cooled them off. Mark had made it warm, but not hot, on purpose. No use coming out, looking like lobsters. Mark finally eased in a couple of inches, and heard Keith moan in appreciation. Both Keith and Alex were going slowly with each other, as they knew their love making took time. Mark slipped in, little by little, until he was finally fully inside of Keith. He let Keith rest a minute or so before he started the gradual withdrawal and re-entry. Keith moaned once more, letting him know that he was fine. He started going faster and faster. In and out. In and out. Keith and Alex also increased their pace. You know the old saying. `Practice makes perfect`. The three of them had practiced together for many years, and they had the other's reactions down. They knew how to read the other's reactions to both pain and pleasure, and how to increase or decrease both of the extremes. Mark knew they didn't have the luxury of being together in his bed, where they could make love for as long as they wanted. None of them wanted to get out of the shower looking wrinkled like prunes. His knees were beginning to hurt from rubbing back and forth on the marble bottom of the shower, and he knew Keith's would have to be, too. So, he greatly increased the quickness of his strokes inside of Keith's love channel, until he was pounding away as fast as he could. Alex and Keith could easily tell by the constant rocking of their bodies that Mark was coming closer and closer to orgasm. They picked up the speed of their love making to match his. Keith came first. He had been stimulated for lots longer than the other two, and couldn't hold off any longer. As he came, his anal ring tightened around Mark's penis, causing him to come after a few more strokes. Alex finally also came, which was a good idea, since Mark collapsed over the back of Keith, who then collapsed over the top of Alex. If he hadn't already cum, he might not have. Here he was, with Keith's still hard penis down his throat, and both Keith and Mark laying on top of him. He was coming down from a sexual high, but was also struggling to breathe. He started trying to wiggle his way out from under the pile. He sure didn't want to die, and he was beginning to need air really bad. (Hey, everyone has to die, right? You don't get to pick the place, or the condition you are in. I know Alex didn't want to die right then. Too much life to still experience. For a gay guy, though, their could be worse ways to die!!!! hehehehe) All of them finally recovered, and decided to finish their shower and dry off. They all stood up and each washed someone else until they were all clean. They shut off all of the many jets and each got a towel off the towel warmer. They switched partners, and everyone dried off someone else. They led Keith back into the bedroom, and Alex had Keith lay down on two more fresh, warm towels that he spread out on the bed. Mark went to fix all of them a fresh drink, as Alex got out the oil. They took their time kneading all the stiffness out of Keith's body and afterwards, made love several more times. All thoughts of his problems were long gone, and Keith fell happily asleep between his cousins and lovers in Mark's big bed. It is good to forget your troubles at times. Like most people, however, Keith's would soon return. ***************************** "Hi, Mr. Anderson. Thanks for letting me come see you. I know you have to be very busy, this being the first day of school, and I won't take up much of your time," Isaiah said. "Hi Isaiah. Don't worry about my time. School is out, the busses have already gone, and nothing major happened. I am finally able to relax a little. What can I do for you?" he said. "Well, some friends of mine and I have started a band. Everyone but one goes to school here. We have never played in front of an audience before, and we wanted to volunteer to play before the school. Maybe at a pep rally for the football team or after a football game," Isaiah answered. "That is nice of you to offer, Isaiah, but I'll have to think about it. I have to screen anything that is played here, with all the lyrics that are contained in songs today. What kind of music do you play, rap?" he asked. "Oh, no!" Isaiah giggled. "Lot's different than rap. And having you screen what we play isn't a problem, either. I brought a cassette of our band along with a cassette player and earphones with me. You know, `Always Be Prepared`. I was a boy scout. All these songs are either by Boston or Styx. And we haven't changed the lyrics." "You are kidding? I used to listen to both bands when I was your age or a little older. I still do. Those aren't easy songs to play. Can you keep up with the music?" he asked. "Well, I don't want to brag, but we keep up OK, I think. Why don't you listen a little bit and see for yourself," Isaiah answered modestly. "OK. I would like to hear how you sound," he answered, as he put on the headphones as Isaiah started the tape and sounds from `Foreplay/Long Time` started to play. Isaiah watched as Mr. Anderson's eyes got big and he leaned over and cranked up the sound. Isaiah had already hooked a big fish, and he knew it. Mr. Anderson leaned back and closed his eyes as he enjoyed the music. When the song was finally over, he sat back up and turned off the cassette. "That was incredible, Isaiah. I'll make you a deal. If you let me take this home with me tonight and listen to the rest of it, I'll let your band play two or three songs at the end of the pep rally we are having for the football team's first game this Friday. Oh, and I want to copy the cassette, too, if I may. If the students like you as much as I think they will, we can announce that you will play a concert after the football game for anyone that wants to come. We will charge $5.00 per person and after I pay the janitorial staff for their overtime to clean up afterward, I will split the profits with your band. Half for the school, half for you. What do you say?" "I say you have a deal," Isaiah said, grinning at Mr. Anderson and offering him his hand to shake. They shook hands on the deal, and Isaiah added, "Look, Mr. Anderson, I don't mind you copying the cassette, but I do want to ask one thing. I don't want anyone else to know what we are going to play until Friday. Plus, there is one song at the end called `Coming to Get You` that hasn't even been recorded yet. It is an original song that our keyboard player wrote, and it very personal to him. I don't think that he would mind you hearing it, but just you. OK?" "Deal. I understand completely. If it as good as the first song, you might could make some good money playing here," he said. "Thanks," Isaiah said, getting up to leave. "I really appreciate this chance, Mr. Anderson. We won't let you down, I promise." "I'll bring the cassette back with me tomorrow. Come see me any time and I will return it to you," he said, as Isaiah walked out of his office. Isaiah was on cloud nine. He ran as fast as his legs would take him out the door. He ran all the way to the parking lot, where Stan and the rest of the band except Jimmy waited on him. He jumped in next to Ed, and said, "None of you are going to believe this." "What? Tell us!" Paul yelled. "Not only are we going to play at the pep rally Friday during school, if everyone likes us, we will play after the football game and actually get paid for it," Isaiah said quickly. "No way! I can't believe it," Phill said from the rear. "That is too cool," Robbie added. Everyone was in great spirits as they headed back to the recording studio, where David, Brian, and Jimmy waited for them. Another four grueling days of practice awaited them before they could play for real on Friday, but now the had their first goal in sight, and they wouldn't dread practice near as much any more. ***************************** "That is so cool! I can't believe you are getting to play this Friday. We had made plans to spend the weekend with Mark and Alex at their house, but we can just call them and cancel it. We can visit them any weekend you guys aren't playing," Mike said. "No, don't do that. The trailer is at the studio and we can hook it up to Stan's Expedition. I know you and Matt are really looking forward to spending some time with Mark and Alex, and I have a feeling we can play after any home football game we want to. How many times do you get a chance to spend a weekend in a mansion in Beverly Hills?" Robbie asked. "Oh, Matt and I spend so much time in Beverly Hills that we are planning to buy a house there," Mike kidded. "Yeah, right!" Robbie giggled. "Seriously, go ahead with your plans. Everyone in the band will understand. If this was a night club, it would be different." "I don't know. Let me ask Matt what he thinks," Mike said, putting down the phone. Matt picked it up shortly afterwards. "Hi Robbie. Look, if we are going to be the band's managers, we both feel we need to be there." "I know, Matt, but you had already called Mark and Alex. It isn't fair to them or to both of you. Just go and have a great time. Mark and Alex might not be free the next time you can visit them. This is too good an opportunity to pass up," Robbie said. "Well, if you are sure. We really didn't want to disappoint Mark and Alex. They seemed really excited when we called them last night and told them we could come up this weekend," Matt said. "Great. Why don't you call me Saturday from their house, and I can tell you how the concert went. If the kids don't really like our music, we might not even play after the football game anyway," Robbie added. "Oh, they will like you, all right. OK, we will go visit Mark and Alex. Make sure everyone in the band is OK with it, though," Matt said. I promise. You guys have a great time, and I'll talk to you on Saturday," Robbie said. "OK, bye," Matt said hanging up. **************************** (Keith's turn at writing.) On early Friday afternoon, Keith was dressed in casual wear, dress pants and dress shirt, no tie, with a light decorative vest, and wearing just a few jewels compared to his usual habit. Phill had called and told him about the concert that night, and he didn't want to miss it. He was ready to leave, the limo was already waiting for him, when his Valet Jeffrey told him his father was calling him. "Hi Keith, I'm sorry to call you on such short notice," Keith's Dad told him. "Hi Dad, is there something wrong?" Keith asked. "No, nothing is wrong sweetheart, it's rather some good news or what could be good news," Keith's Dad replied. "Really, how do you mean?" Keith said, interested. "I just met with these investors, and he told me a friend of their's is selling his music studio and guess who's it is?" Keith's Dad asked. "You got me there. I'm getting ready to go to Phill's concert. Who's is it?" Keith asked. "Shepherd Recording Studio, that's who. See what I mean now?" Keith's Dad asked. "Oh, I see what you mean," Keith said, smiling to himself. He had told his Dad about the events they witnessed a few days ago, with this man who owns the studio beating his son in front of them. That definitely wasn't a good point in his favor. "I could buy him out and manage this for you if you wish, sweetheart," Keith's Dad told him "Oh DAD, that would be awesome, really awesome, Dad!" Keith said, almost shouting. "I knew this would interest you. Would you mind coming over to my office and we could drop by this guy's studio in an hour?" Keith's Dad asked him. "Huh! You mean now, right this minute?" Keith asked. "Yes Keith, he is already talking with a competitor of ours and I feel this deal could be made today if you come with me and you like the deal," Keith's Dad told him. "Ok give me a few minutes to change my clothes and I will be right over," Keith replied. "No, just come as you are. I am sure you look fine. Take the white limo to pick me up. I took my Bentley this morning and I would rather we discussed things on our way there in private," Keith's Dad told him. "Ok, Cool Dad, talk to you in a few minutes. I love you Dad," Keith said. "I love you a lot too, Keith. I know you love me, especially when I buy you things you want," Keith's Dad said, laughing and closing the line. "Oh booooh! Dad!" Keith said, looking at the phone and laughing. He knew this was the truth, his Dad never could say no to his only son and child. Keith met his Dad at his office and they left to see David Shepherd. Keith's Dad made him a good offer, a little higher that the other mega-studio was offering him, and the deal was sealed. Of course, it didn't hurt that Keith casually mentioned Jimmy's beating during the negotiations. A few subtle hints of black mail on their part seemed to really hasten up the negotiations. Keith was almost jumping up and down when they got outside the studio. He was telling his Dad all the plans he was making for the studio's future, which naturally included Phill's band. Keith and his Dad talked while the limo drove toward his Dad's offices in LA. Then, the driver took him straight to the football game. He couldn't wait to see how Phill took the news. The band had their own studio, and could record anything they wanted. Comments can be sent to me at fsw99@mindspring.com.