Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 13:48:22 -0500 From: fsw99 Subject: Chapter 47 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 Seven The boys went back to school on Monday kind of depressed about Phill and Robbie. Phill and Robbie had several classes together, and they had been sitting next to each other, but now Robbie took another seat across the room whenever he could. When Math class was over, Phill waited for Robbie at the door. "Come on, Robbie. We have to talk." "I don't have time right now. I have to get to my next class," Robbie said angrily. "Can we talk at lunch?" Phill asked. Robbie turned and quickly faced him. "Look, Phill, we can talk about the band. We can talk about school. We can talk about lots of things, but not the one you want to talk about. I am not going to talk about that. You understand?" "I guess so," Phill said softly. Robbie just wheeled around and stormed off. Phill watched him go with tears in his eyes. He finally ran for the bathroom and locked himself in a stall until he could recover. ***************************** At lunch, Robbie got his food and went outside to eat. Phill looked everywhere for him, and then gave up and joined Ed, Isaiah, Paul, and Jimmy at their usual table. "I don't know what to do. Robbie won't even talk to me about what happened. All I did was ask Keith to help us get a fucking new agent. What is so bad about that?" Phill asked dejectedly. "Nothing. Look, once we start to practice or play before people, it will get better, I promise. Just give him some time, OK? He'll come around. He loves you too much to just throw it all away," Isaiah said. "I don't know. You don't see they way he looks at me. It's like he hates me all of a sudden. I am beginning to think it really might be over, and I don't know what I will do if it is," Phill sighed. "Don't give up yet. You have only been fighting for two days. Write him how you feel. Write a song and sing it to him. Think of something original to do. He may still stay mad at you for a while, but he won't stay mad forever. We are all here for you, and we will do everything we can to help," Jimmy said, as he put his arm around Phill's shoulders. Phill looked at him and then at everyone at the table. "Thanks, guys," he said. "I'll think about what you said, Jimmy. You may be right. I just thought of something that might work. ************************** The day really dragged on. Everyone in the band was really glad when the final bell sounded. Stan was waiting in the parking lot, and everyone pilled in. Robbie got in the front, so Phill just climbed in the far back seat. No one spoke much on the way home. When everyone was inside, I said, "Robbie, can I talk to you for a few minutes in my office?" "I guess so," he said, as he followed me upstairs. When we walked in, I shut the door and said, "Sit down, OK?" We both sat in our same old chairs that we had been using for the last three years. "Don't you think this has been going on long enough?" I asked. Robbie just shook his head a little and then said, "Look Stan, I know you want to help. It's hard for me to even tell you about it. I just don't know if I love Phill anymore. There's something wrong, and I don't know what it is. Please don't push me on this. I have to work this out for myself." I stared at Robbie and he stared back, not backing down. "OK, Robbie. If that is the way you want it, I won't push. I will be here for you if you want to talk. You are going to keep playing in the band, though, right?" "Yeah. It wouldn't be fair to any of the other guys if I quit because Phill and I split up. What was the name of the band you told me about a long time ago that wrote the best music that they ever written when two couples were fighting like cats and dogs?" Robbie asked. "It was Fleetwood Mac. Lindsey Buckingham was one of the lead singers and lead guitarist. He and Stevie Nicks, the main lead female singer, were lovers and threatening to break up all the time. John McVie was the bass player and his wife Christine was another singer. They were in the process of getting a bitter divorce when `Rumors` was written and recorded. It was by far their biggest selling album, and lots of the songs were about all of them splitting up or their bad moods because of it. The best song on it was `Go Your Own Way`, where Buckingham is telling Stevie to just go ahead and leave and get it over with," I answered. "Well, maybe the band will get better because of this. I don't know. I know I am not ready to be back with Phill right now. I don't want to ever do that until I am positive I love him. This has really hurt me, and I don't want him to just hurt me again," Robbie answered. "I understand, I think. Just give him a chance. Just try and be friends for a while. Just don't shut him out totally, OK?" I asked. "I'll try. Thanks, Stan, OK?" Robbie said. "Sure, buddy," I said, standing up. "Any time," I added, hugging him to me. We embrace for a few moments, then I pushed him away and said, "Change your clothes and then see if everyone is ready for practice. I want to see if all this new anger makes you play any better. None of you have played together for two whole days now. None of you may even remember your parts any more." "As many times as we have played the same songs, I think they are burned into our brains. I don't think we will forget that easily," Robbie said, smiling. We grinned at each other for a second or two, and then he walked into his room to change clothes. ***************************** "Phill, hi, it's Keith," Keith said, as Phill picked up the receiver. "Hi, Keith. What's up?" Phill asked. "We may have found you a real good agent. He has handled other young groups, and is the Hanson's agent right now. I told him how good you are, but he wants to hear you before he makes up his mind. Can the band be at the studio at noon tomorrow?" Keith asked. "Keith, we all have school tomorrow. We can't just cut all our classes to go to the studio. We can't get there without Stan driving one of the cars, anyway, and he would never let us. We could come after school, though." "He has a conflict and is going out of town later that day. That is why he agreed to come to the studio at noon. Isn't your demo tape still at the studio?" Keith asked. "Yeah. David kept one copy there, and we kept the other one. He could take the demo tape with him, and then we could all meet when he gets back after school or on weekends. Do you think that would be all right?" Phill asked. "It would be better if he heard you in person the first time, but the tape would be better than nothing. Can you make sure the tape is on the manager's desk at noon?" Keith asked. "I think so. I can go over to Stan's right now and see if Stan can drive us down there." "OK. Do that. If you can't make sure the tape is there, call me back, OK?" Keith asked. "How are you and Robbie doing?" "Better. He at least talks to me now, but we aren't back together. He refuses to even talk about our fight or what caused it." "What are the two of you doing Friday night?" Keith asked. "Our high school has an away game. All of us are going, except Robbie. He said he had a big test on Monday that he had to make an A on, so he is going to stay home and study. We tried to convince him to go with us, but he refused." "He will be at Stan's house?" "Yeah. Why?" "No reason. I was just curious," Keith lied, as he got an idea, and a light bulb appeared above his head. (VERY, VERY DIM LIGHT!!! Blonde light!!! See, Keith. Just give me my `vette and I wouldn't do things like this to you!!! - hehehe) "What time will all of you be leaving for the game?" Keith asked. "The school is pretty far away, so I imagine we will leave right after school, so we can get something to eat before the game starts. Why are you asking so many questions?" Phill asked. "I was just interested in what my new friend was doing this Friday," Keith answered. "Don't be so suspicious. I have to go now. Talk to you later." "Bye," Phill said. "Bye." *************************** Paul's little joke about BD had spread through the school like wildfire. It wasn't long before it got to a football player that had been with BD on Friday at the concert. He found BD dressing for practice. "BD, don't take it out on me, OK, but you got to know. You know how rumors spread throughout this school. Always has, always will. When you ran after Paul Friday night, he told someone you tried to rape him. He said you tore off his pants and said you wanted a little bit of gay white boy ass," the boy said, flinching. BD's eyes got wide, the expression of hatred evident on his face. Then, he got a big smile on his face. "That little mother fucker! He isn't afraid of anything! Even me! Well, it is time to change that. You know, I might like to fuck his little white butt. Really, I think it might do me some good to fuck one of you guys every day after practice." He walked over to another lineman, who was dressed in just a jock strap. "Um, um. I think I want a piece of this after practice," he said, grabbing the butt of the other boy. He turned around immediately. "BD, I know you have wanted me for years. What I really think you want is all of us guys to gang rape you after practice. I think you want to see what 70-80 hard dicks could do to your ass hole in the shower." BD stared at him for a few seconds, and then burst out in laughter. "Yeah. That is exactly what I want. hehehehe You guys just come and try, all right? You know I have my lady. You all know the way I am! OK, I don't want to fuck your ugly, hairy butt, and you know it. I do want your help, though." "Name it, Big Guy!" he said, also laughing. "Doesn't your sister still work in the school office before school? Think she can find Paul's class schedule?" BD asked. "Yeah she does, and yeah, I don't think that will be a problem. I think I can have it to you by lunch tomorrow. What are you planning?" he asked. "You ever see the Movie `Lucas`?" BD asked, starting to laugh, as he continued to explain. ****************************** The band kept practicing. The tension was noticeable to everyone. Robbie started trying more and more daring guitar leads, with a much harder edge to the sound. He wouldn't even look at Phill while he was playing. Phill finally started doing the same thing with his solos, actually kind of in competition with Robbie. They weren't any closer to making up, but everyone that heard the band agreed the new harder sound was much improved. ****************************** "Here it is, BD. My sister didn't have any trouble getting Paul's schedule," Mike said, handing it to BD. "Man, this will be too easy. PE last period. I have study hall with three other football players. All I need to do is get Coach to give us a note to come see him. He has done that plenty of times. I think this afternoon is payback time for Paul, don't you?" BD asked, laughing out loud. Everyone agreed with him that his plan was a good one. Lots of people stopping eating and looked over at the table of football players, all laughing out loud together. ****************************** "Hi Keith, this is Mike Johnson. I am calling you from New York. I picked up the band's demo tape and I really like the sound. I would like to hear some of their original music. Do you think they could meet me at the studio at 10:00 Saturday morning?" "Hi, Mr. Johnson. I don't think that would be a problem at all. Can I call and make sure, then call you back?" Keith asked. "Sure, that would be great. I really think I am going to sign them. I think they could get lots bigger than the Hanson's. The Hanson's would have never made it strictly on their music. They had to be as young as they were to attract all the kids. Your kids could be a really good band without being as young as they are. Of course, being young will just make them rise that much faster. They could be headlining in a year if I can get them a deal backing a really well known band on a long tour. That is what I hope to do, anyway," Mike said. "If you sign them, we will all owe you a favor, Mr. Johnson," Keith answered. "Call me Mike. No, you won't owe me anything. The band is very good. I should be thanking you for sending them to me," Mike answered. "When is Hanson's next recording to be released?" Keith asked. "In two weeks. Why?" "I thought it was soon. They record on our record label, and I usually try and keep up with release dates. Why don't we throw a party for them when it is released? We could start working on it now. Alex really likes their music, so I know he would love to host it at his house," Keith answered. "That would be awesome. Maybe Too Young To Be Scared could also play there. I am also sure that we could get a big name band to play a few songs if we both start working on it together," Mike said. "Free publicity is always great for any band." "Right. We could have a benefit concert for my favorite charity, Children with AIDS. I know we would generate lots of contributions and like you said, free publicity. I really like the idea," Keith said. "Me, too. I will start working on my end, and I will touch base with on Saturday, OK?" "Sure, Mr. Johnson. That sounds great. Bye for now." "Bye." **************************** BD and three of his football buddies walked into the locker room near the end of the last period. They walked through it to the sound of running showers in the back. Paul was in between two other boys, taking his shower after gym. The other two boys saw the football players coming before Paul did. They especially noticed BD, who had a big smile on his face. They had both heard the rumors. Paul was washing his hair, and had soap in his eyes. The other boy's eyes got big, and they got out of the way. Paul didn't see them until they were right on top of him. "Shit!" Paul yelled, as he tried to get away from them. "Oh, no. You are mine, now," BD said, as he grabbed him from behind and lifted him easily off his feet. BD had already removed all his clothes, and changed into a jock and gym shorts. He lead the others back into the training room for the football team, and laid Paul down on a massage table, on his back. "Help!" Paul yelled, and then a strip of masking tape was forced over his mouth. BD let him go, but the other three football players yelled him firmly down. "So, you told the whole school I tried to rape you, huh? That little lie has already spread all over the school. My reputation is ruined. The truth is, I have always wondered what it would be like to fuck a white boy up the ass. As long as everyone thinks I have already tried, I might as well do it. My three buddies want to try it, too. We are going to take turns with you. I might even want a second turn, who knows? It will depend on how long my buddies take. Randy, where is that lube we brought with us?" BD asked. Paul stared up at BD with his eyes as wide open as they could be. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. If BD was as huge as Isaiah had said, he would rip Paul apart. He tried to use all his strength to get away, but the three others held him tight. "Here it is, BD," Randy answered, handing him a big tube of cream. BD opened the tube and got a huge amount out on his hand. "We don't really know what we are doing, and I really don't want to put a finger inside of you, so I will just put some lube around the opening, OK? That will be better than nothing," Bd said, as he walked closer. `God, he isn't going to try and open me up at all. This is going to hurt like Hell!` Paul thought to himself, as he kicked out at BD and fought with all his strength. BD caught his legs easily and pinned them against Paul's chest. Two of the other boys each caught a leg and held him in position. "Quit fighting or I won't use any lube at all, white boy. You caused this to happen by running your mouth. Now, take your punishment like a man," BD said, as he smeared the gel all over Paul's ass, perineum, and balls. Paul tried his best to fight back, but four lots bigger boys against one was way too much. BD quickly wiped his hand on a towel, and then turned to Paul once more. "OK, time to get to the fucking. We all have football practice soon, and we can't be real late. We may only get one try at your ass a piece as it is. We have to come back later for more. You wouldn't mind us coming back for seconds another day, would you?" Paul yelled as loud as he could, but the tape covering his mouth stopped most of the volume. He knew he couldn't make enough noise for anyone to hear him and come and stop them. They were going to rape him, and there was nothing he could do to stop them. BD pulled down his shorts and stood in front of Paul in nothing but his jock. "Ready to see why they call me BD, instead of what you called me?" he asked. "Noooooooo!!!!" Paul yelled. No one heard him. Comments can be sent to me at fsw99@mindspring.com.