Date: Thu, 05 Oct 2000 12:35:40 -0500 From: fsw99 Subject: Chapter 41 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 One Ed's bedroom was right over the sofa bed in the basement. Paul and Jimmy were naked under the covers, snuggling, doing light kissing, and listening to Ed and Isaiah down below. "Man, did you hear that? Ed yelled so loud that anyone in this house could hear him," Paul giggled. "Yeah, that must have been one explosive orgasm. Do you think they have done anything together before?" Jimmy asked. "Believe it or not, not as much as we have. They have jacked each other off a few times. I asked Ed. He threatened to beat the shit out of me if I told anybody, so this is just between me and you, OK? He gets real embarrassed easily," Paul answered. "He doesn't sound embarrassed right now," Jimmy giggled. "I told him about us. I hope you don't mind. It was only fair, you know?" Paul said. "What? Why did you do that?" Jimmy said, sitting up and breaking his hug with Paul. "He is my brother. He won't tell anyone but Isaiah. I made him promise. He knows I will probably tell you about him and Isaiah, but no one else. I have to trust my brother, don't I? I love you. He loves Isaiah. We all have to trust each other. Plus, no one else here will care. Everyone is gay, remember? No one asks questions about what anyone else does. Stan seemed to be almost as eager to get Ed and Isaiah home as they were," Paul answered. "Look, I agree, OK?" Jimmy said, as he laid back down and pulled Paul to him. "I am just not used to this. I love you, too. I am just scared, I guess. Can I ask you a question?" "Sure. Anything," Paul answered. "Did you ever have sex with Stan? Or anyone else?" Jimmy asked, looking into Paul's eyes. "That is kind of complicated to answer. First, no with Stan. I wanted to. I thought it was part of the deal. I offered. He refused. He said he loved us for us, not to have sex with either of us. Shocked the shit out of me. Look, I said we would trade horror stories, right? I need you to go first. My story will be lots worse than yours. I need some time to decide how to tell you," Paul said. "I don't know. You don't know all I have been through," Jimmy said. "Neither do you," Paul answered. "OK, you know about lots of it. My Dad always loved Kenny lots more than he did me. Kenny was the golden child. He could get away with anything. If he did something really bad, he quickly learned that he could just blame it on me, and Dad would immediately believe him over anything I said. You saw me getting the beating in his office. I have been getting regular beatings like that since I was about 10, and started hanging out at the studio. My brother would also pick fights with me for no reason, and Dad never did anything to make him stop. I hate both of them so much!" Jimmy said, breaking down in tears. Paul hugged him to him tighter, and started gently kissing his face and neck as he recovered. "It is all in the past. Everything will be better from now on, believe me. You now have me and a new family that loves you. What more can you ask for?" Paul said softly in his ear. Jimmy just rolled over and stared at Paul in the eyes. "I do love you, you know?" "I know. Me too. You want to know about me now?" Paul asked. "I think I can tell you now." "Yeah. What is your big secret?" Jimmy asked, wiping the tears out of his eyes. "OK. Long story. Ed and I moved here from England four years ago. It was supposed to be a big, new start for our family. We would be able to have a much better life here. It was going pretty good until they both died in a car crash two years ago," Paul answered softly. "Paul, I am so sorry. I had no idea," Jimmy said, kissing Paul softly. "Man, I haven't even started. You don't know anything," Paul said, wiping a tear out of the corner of his eye. "We have been in lots of different foster homes. I guess my attitude was one reason that we changed so often. Ed and I were raped in three of the homes, including the last one. You heard what Davy said at the football game, didn't you? About Mr. Wilson? He was the last one to do it to us. He is in jail for it now." "Wow, that is awful! I didn't really understand what Davy meant. I was going to ask you later, but forgot. That makes my story sound like Disneyland," Jimmy said, breaking into tears as he thought about what Paul must have gone through. "Hey, we both haven't had it easy. We both need somebody, right? Maybe we found each other for a reason. If we combine our two attitudes, we ought to be able to handle anything that comes up. We just have to help each other," Paul said through his own tears. "Well, I plan on being here for you from now on," Jimmy answered. "Me too. I do love you," Paul answered. "Can I ask you something else?" Jimmy asked. "Sure," Paul answered. "Did it hurt really bad when they stuck it up you?" Jimmy asked. "Yeah. You wouldn't believe it. He just greased himself up and shoved it in. It felt like a hot poker being shoved up my butt," Paul said. "I thought it would hurt a lot," Jimmy said, grimacing. "It doesn't have to hurt, you know," Paul said. "It doesn't?" Jimmy asked. "Not if you prepare your partner right, and take your time. I've read some stuff. If you let your partner get really loose first and go really slow getting inside, it can feel really great," Paul answered. "I don't know. It still seems like it would hurt a lot," Jimmy said. "Look, I love you, and I trust you. I want you to make love to me tonight. I want to feel you inside me, and feel your love. I think Ed and Isaiah may do it tonight for the first time, and I want us too, also. Will you make love to me?" Paul asked seriously, looking deep into Jimmy's eyes. "I am scared I will hurt you," Jimmy answered. "Just promise to do everything I tell you to do. It won't hurt, I promise. I'll tell you if it hurts, I guarantee you," Paul said. "Are you sure?" Jimmy asked, the fear showing in his eyes. "You love me, don't you?" Paul asked. "Of course I do, whether we do this or not," Jimmy answered. "Then, I am sure," Paul said, getting up and slipping on his briefs. He unlocked the door and stepped out in the hall. He quickly came back, carry a towel and jar of vaseline. He laid them on the night stand next to his bed, locked the door, and pulled off his underwear. "This is what Mr. Wilson always used. Put a lot inside me with one finger and kind of move it around till I am used to it. Then use two, then three. Once you can tell I am loose, just go slow entering, OK?" Paul asked, laying down on his back and pulling his legs up to his chest. "Ok, if you are sure," Jimmy said, taking out a big blob of vaseline with his fingers. "I have already told you I am," Paul said. Jimmy didn't say anything else. He carefully slid his middle finger into Paul's love chute and slowly rotated it. When he hit Paul's prostate, Paul let out a little moan. "Did that hurt? I am sorry," Jimmy said. "No, that felt really good. Massage right there for a few minutes," Paul panted. Jimmy did, and Paul continued to moan. Jimmy started feeling lots better now, as he could see Paul was not in pain and was enjoying what he was doing. The worried look on his face was replaced with a look of love for Paul, and he was glad he could give pleasure to him. He quickly took out the single finger, got more vaseline, and slowly replaced the one finger with two, going back to the same spot inside Paul. He was rewarded with an even louder groan from Paul. Jimmy's face now showed a big smile. All his fears were now gone. Two fingers were replace by three, and after a few more minutes of Paul's constant moans and groans, Paul said, "I think I am ready. Remember to go slow at first." "I will, lover," Jimmy panted, eager to get started. Jimmy quicker added a thin layer of vaseline to his hard penis, and lined himself up. "Is this how Mr. Wilson always did it?" he asked quietly. "No way. He always had the other boys hold me down on my stomach across the bed or over a sofa arm. I never want to do it that way again. I want to see you while we make love. I want to be able to kiss you. This is the only position I ever want to make love to you in," Paul answered honestly. "I was hoping for that," Jimmy said, as he slowly added a little bit of pressure. Neither Jimmy or Paul were very big, both a little over five inches, but plenty long and thick enough to pleasure each other. Jimmy didn't force his head in, just like he had promised. He pushed a little bit at a time, until it finally broke through the barrier. "Uh. Wait right there a minute and let me get used to you, OK?" Paul asked. "Sure. Did that hurt?" Jimmy asked, concerned once again. "A little bit. Not much. It always hurts when the head goes in for the first time. The pain is almost gone already. Push just a little bit in at a time, OK?" Paul asked. "OK, I'll go really slow," Jimmy said, and he meant it. He really loved Paul, and he was determined to make their first time making love together something neither one of them would ever forget. He eased in an inch or so at a time, constantly watching Paul's expression for any indication of pain. Paul moaned again when his head went over his prostate. Jimmy made sure to notice exactly where that spot was, and then went a little deeper. After several minutes, he was finally as deep as he could go. "I'm all the way in. Are you still fine?" Jimmy asked. "Oh, yeah. Lots better than fine. You feel great inside me. Go ahead. I think I am ready. Show me how much you love me," Paul answered. Jimmy leaned down and kissed Paul passionately, as he slowly withdrew. He pulled out to just past the spot he had found coming in, and started a gentle rocking motion, going back and forth across the same spot every time. Paul broke off the kiss as his moans got louder. Jimmy positioned himself on his forearms and hands, and kept up the gentle rocking. Every now and then, he would either pull out all the way, or push as deep as he could, but always immediately returned to Paul's magic spot. He never went very fast, as he wanted this to last as long as possible. And it worked. Both boys were covered in sweat long before their love making was over. Both were now constantly moaning, mostly together. Paul could feel the familiar sensation coming, and he knew there was nothing he could do to prolong it. He finally let himself go, and plowed back and forth as quick and hard as he could. Paul came first, followed almost immediately by Jimmy. They both yelled out at almost the same time. This time, Ed and Isaiah could clearly hear both of them, as they were resting at the moment from their latest bout of love making. "Looks like my little brother and Jimmy are experiencing the same thing we are, lover," Ed said, giggling. "Yeah, sounds like it. I don't know of any other reason why they would both yell out at the same time," Isaiah answered, also giggling. "I think I am about ready for you to make love to me again. You up to it, stud?" "Always. Anything for you," Ed said, as he kissed Isaiah. No one else heard Jimmy and Paul's cries. Everyone else was already asleep. Both Jimmy and Paul were exhausted, and Jimmy pulled out of Paul and lay down with his head on Paul's shoulder. Paul used the last of his strength to put his arm around Jimmy and pull him to him. They both fell into a deep sleep, and neither would stir until later in the night, when they got cold without any cover over them. Even then, all Jimmy did was pulled up the cover from the bottom of the bed, and fall back into Paul's embrace. They both slept the rest of the night with big smiles on their faces, dreaming of making love to their lover. Ed and Isaiah didn't get nearly as much sleep as everyone else. They were very tired and also pretty sore the next morning. But, they were also very deeply in love. As were Paul and Jimmy. ***************************** (Keith's turn) The next morning, Keith woke up rather early and heard the low noise of his maids cleaning his suite. He got up, took his shower and then, staying naked, went to his bedroom, taking his book back with him, and walked in to sit on his living room terrace. "Good morning, Master Keith. Your breakfast will be ready soon," Jeffrey said. "Good morning, Jeffrey. Thank you, I will eat here, then," Keith replied. They talked about what Keith would to today, so his clothes could be prepared for him. "I won't eat here tonight. I will call some friends and see where we can go together," Keith said, ending their conversations. Keith read for a little while and ate his breakfast, then started calling a few friends to see who was available. He told Jeffrey and confirm his plans for the day and asked him for some casual clothes to wear to go shopping with Elijah. He got dressed in casual black shorts from "Comme des garcons" in pure linen, with an off white silk knitted short sleeve sweater, taking some simple jewels of Art Deco inspiration in white gold with onyx and diamonds. He took his cell phone and pager, and left his suite, going through an under passage way toward his garage. He took his black Wrangler and left to met Elijah on Rodeo Drive. They met where they had agreed and walked around a little bit, shopping in different places. Keith found some things he bought for gifts and other things he bought for himself. "So it's over with Phill, then?" Elijah asked. "Yeah, it is, and in a way, I'm glad it is," Keith replied. "No point staying with him if he doesn't love you," Elijah said, looking at Keith. "Exactly. What would you say if I stay with my cousins?" Keith asked. "I'm fine with that. Doesn't make much difference to me, I like all of you guys," Elijah said, putting his arm over Keith's shoulder and ruffling his hair in a friendly way. "I know you do. Seriously, I'm thinking about this a lot these days," Keith said, looking at himself in some of the windows and redoing his hairstyle. "You guys love each other, right?" Elijah said, knowing the answer. "So, what would be different for you guys if you made this more official?" "You mean making more people aware about us?" Keith asked, looking in a window display, pointing at something in the window to Elijah. "Yeah," Elijah said, walking inside the store with Keith. After they came out of the store, they continued their conversation. "Besides Phill, Mark, and Alex, who else have you made love with?" Elijah asked. "No one else, why?" Keith asked. "That little devil fooled me," Elijah said. "Huh! You just lost me there. Who fooled you? What are you talking about?" Keith asked . "Martin never did anything with you or with Alex?" Elijah asked, looking at Keith. Martin is his younger brother. Elijah thought Keith might be hiding making love with his 14 year old brother from him. "No, never. He is always after Alex, though. Honest, we never touched him," Keith replied. Why was Elijah asking him if his brother and them had made love together before? "He told me you guys had a foursome together," Elijah said, looking at Keith's face to make sure he was telling the truth. "That is so funny. Believe me, we didn't," Keith said, laughing, "He is in love with Alex, that we all know." "You are wrong on that. He has the same feelings for you and Alex," Elijah said. "What?" Keith stopped walking, looking at Elijah with surprise. "Surprise, surprise, huh? Why do you think he is so shy when you are around, and so bold with Alex?"Elijah said, walking with Keith toward a restaurant with a terrace in the back. After been seated and ordering some Perrier with a zest of lemon, they continue their conversation. "I thought, no, we thought it was just Alex, and well, you know, since Alex acted friendly with him all the time, he was just sort of flirting with him," Keith said, taking a sip of his Perrier. "Maybe, you should have a talk with my little brother, then," Elijah said. "I will talk with my cousins and think about this. I like Martin, but not the way you say he does," Keith replied. "Cool with me. Just be careful with him. Don't hurt him," Elijah said. "Of course we will," Keith replied. "Talk to him alone, not with your cousins, Ok?" Elijah recommended to Keith. "Yeah, you are right on that," Keith replied. "Let's order our food. What movie should we go see tonight?" Keith asked, ending this conversation with Elijah. They ordered and ate, then left to see an action movie. After the movie, they went back to Elijah's place to swim in their outside pool. Martin wasn't home. They swam for a while, playing and horsing around having fun together. They took a sauna and later Keith left to go back home to bed. Comments can be sent to me at fsw99@mindspring.com.