Date: Wed, 18 Oct 2000 13:48:10 -0500 From: fsw99 Subject: Chapter 48 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 Eight "Noooooooo!!!!" Paul yelled. No one heard him. BD slowly pulled down the front of his jock, revealing a huge black penis. Over six inches soft. Really big around. Paul just stared at it until it hit him. SOFT!!! Then, he next sensation hit him. Warm!!! Getting hotter!!!! "Take the tape off his mouth, guys. I want to hear him yell. I think he is going to yell a lot!!!" BD laughed. "Let him go." Paul landed on his feet quickly, as he looked at the four guys around him. His crotch area was getting hotter my the second. "See, Paul, we really don't want to rape you. We all like girls. We don't care that you don't. But, you can't fuck with us, either," BD laughed, as he watched Paul's expression change. "SHIT!!! What did you put on me?" Paul asked, wide eyed. "Only a little Deep Heat Rub. Extra Strength! We use it on places where we get injured. All the heat helps get the soreness out. Does burn a little at first, though," BD said, breaking out in laughter. "Mother Fuckers! My balls are starting to really burn," Paul yelled, as he started to run for the showers. "Oh, no. Showers are off limits for you. I would head for the pool if I were you," Randy said, blocking his path and laughing. Paul was really feeling the heat now. He looked at BD with fire in his eyes. "I'm not through with you yet," he snarled. BD just roared with laughter. "Little man, I like your spirit. I wish you were bigger. We need more heart like you have on our football team. Never give up! Better give up now, though, or your balls might end up like roasted peanuts." "Ahhhhhhhh!" Paul yelled, as the heat increased. He bolted, completely naked, out of the locker room and ran as fast as he could for the pool. He didn't look around as he neared the pool's edge. He just jumped in as quickly as he could, as the cold water started to ease the heat he was feeling. He pulled himself over to the end of the pool and hung on to the end, totally exhausted from what he had just gone through. BD led the others through the door to the school pool. "Sorry, Coach Harris. Paul didn't mean to interrupt your practice. We were just teaching him not to spread untrue rumors around school. Hey, baby. How does the water feel?" he asked his girlfriend, who was only about ten feet away from Paul. "I think it feels a little warmer than it was a few minutes ago. What did you do to him?" she asked, motioning to Paul? Only then did Paul turn slightly around and see all the members of the girl's swim team all around him. "Aaaahhhh!!!" Paul yelled, and quickly turned around, sticking the front of his body as close to the pool as possible. "I just put a little hot stuff on him. You have to guess where. Hey, baby, I'm not gay any more. Me and Paul broke up earlier today. Didn't we, Paul? We won't have any more stories going around about me and you, will we?" BD asked, holding up a towel in front of Paul. "No. I promise," Paul said shakily, looking at all the girls staring at his naked body through the water. "I am willing to offer you a deal. You don't have to turn completely around and give all the girls a show. Just turn around enough to tell them that you made up everything you said about me that is floating around the school. If you do, I will let you walk up, out of the pool, and give you this towel to cover yourself." "BD, please," Paul yelled. "Nope. You have to tell them all first," BD said with a big grin on his face. "OK, I'll do it." He turned slightly, still keeping his front tightly against the side of the pool. "I made it all up. It's a long story. BD was chasing me, though." Paul turned towards BD. "OK, I did it. Now, please let me have the towel. "You have to walk up here and get it," BD laughed. "Come on, BD. Give me a break. Please!" Paul begged. "OK, little man. It's going to be pretty wet, though. Hope you don't meet any girls in the hall on the way back to the locker room," BD said, as he tossed the towel down to Paul. Paul put the towel around his waist and got out of the pool as quickly as he could. He ran for the door, opened it, and ran outside just as the cheerleaders were walking towards the football field for their practice. You could Paul screaming as he ran as fast as he could towards the locker room. Everyone howled as they watched him run. (Sorry about the suspense, guys. I did tell you in the last chapter that this was based on a scene from Lucas. I have no idea what percentage of people have seen the movie, and I originally didn't plan on splitting the scene, but I was up to 7 pages in the last chapter and thought it was a good idea. Hehehe) **************************** "No, I really don't want the limo. I want to drive myself. I have lots of things to think about, and the drive will do me good. Please pull up my Jeep Wrangler in front," Keith said to their butler. The butler had been with them longer than Keith had been alive, and he had always tried to get Keith to do things his way, without actually coming out and saying so. "Very good, Master Keith. If you are sure," he said, not moving. " I am sure. The Jeep, please. No top." The butler finally turned around and went to get someone to pull the Jeep out of it's parking space. Keith just shook his head. He was used to this from the butler. The Jeep finally pulled up after the hard top had been removed. The Jeep had both a soft and hard top, but when it wasn't driven regularly, the hard top was installed for protection purposes. Keith got in and headed for Oxnard. He pulled up in front of Stan's house at about 5:30. He walked to the door and rang the door bell. Robbie finally opened the door. "What do you want. Phill isn't here. He isn't at his house, either. He went with the rest of the guys to the football game," Robbie said, starting to shut the door. "Robbie, wait. I know all of that. I came here to talk to you," Keith said. Robbie looked back with a mix of curiosity and suspicion in his eyes. "What do you want to talk to me about?" "Can I come in first, please?" Keith asked. Robbie hesitated, then slowly opened the door back up, allowing Keith inside. Keith followed Robbie into the den, and they both sat down. "What's this all about, Keith. Did Phill ask you to come and talk to me?" "No, Phill has no idea I am here. He did tell me the two of you had a fight, and that it was about me." "I don't want to talk about that." "Fine, then I will do the talking and you do the listening. No matter what happens between you and Phill, Phill and I are over. I made that decision before the two of you broke up. I knew he loved you, and there is nothing else I can do to change his mind. He does still love you, you know," Keith said softly. "Yeah, right," Robbie said, shrugging. "You know he does, and you love him, too. Why don't you just admit it, and both of you make up. Phill really wants to, and I know you do, too," Keith said. "Why don't you just stay out of it," Robbie said angrily, standing up and staring at Keith. "If that is what you wish, I will from now on. Look, I want all of us to be friends. I even told Phill that when you are back together, I would like both of you to come and visit my cousins and I for a weekend. You and Phill would have your own suite, and at bedtime, the two of you go one way and we go the other. I love both of my cousins, and really, I have no idea why I wanted Phill so badly in the first place. I guess I am just used to getting what I want, and fell in love with Phill when he rescued me. I am happy with the way things are now, and I have no intention of ever going back to Phill. Ever!" Keith said, also standing up. Robbie just stared at Keith for a long time, without speaking. "What was the hug all about when you let Phill out of the limo?" "We hugged as friends. I told him I wanted to be friends with both of you, but friends only. That is the way he wants it, too. I told him about the weekend with both of you, and that I would get you a new agent. I also told him I would do what I could to get the two of you back together, but I didn't tell him what. Then, I told him that the sooner we got him back home, the sooner he could go up and try to make up with you. He was really excited about that, and thought the news that both he and I only wanted to be friends would help him convince you to get back together with you. You saw us hug right before I left?" Keith asked. "Yeah," Robbie answered. Keith just giggled. "Well, I'll bet that didn't help matters any, did it?" Robbie just stared at him, and then actually smiled a little bit. "No, it didn't exactly help my mood any." Keith just laughed out loud. "I'll bet. Friends?" he asked, holding out his hand, and smiling. Robbie looked him in the eyes for a moment, then took his hand and shook it. "You swear you don't love Phill any more?" "Oh, I love him," Keith said. Robbie's expression immediately changed. "Just as a friend, though. Maybe I will also love you one day. And you, me. But no, I don't love him the way you are thinking. I do swear that is long over. And the feeling won't ever be back. I swear." Robbie was still holding Keith's hand. "Thanks, Keith," he said letting it go. "No problem. I think I had better go now. You probably have lots of thinking to do," Keith said, walking to the door. He opened it, and then turned to Robbie, who had followed him. "I want one more thing before I go." "What is that?" Robbie asked. "A hug," Keith said, as he pulled Robbie to him and hugged him lightly. Robbie returned the hug. "Now, you have something to make Phill jealous with," Keith said laughing, as he walked out the door. "Think about that weekend, OK? Just call me when you want to come visit. Either of you." Keith smiled once more, and turned and walked out the door. Robbie came out on the porch and waved to him as he hopped into his Jeep and drove off. Robbie actually had a smile on his face for the first time in days as he shut the door and sat back down in the den. He did have lots to think about. He wasn't quite ready to go back with Phill, but his resolve was weakening. Keith's talk had helped. It had helped a lot. Robbie began to see how much of an ass he had made out of himself. And, he started to think of ways to tell Phill he wanted to get back together. Turns out, he didn't have to. **************************** Keith was in a good mood. He liked helping people and doing things for his friends. He knew he had helped Phill and Robbie, and he was happy he could have helped. He put on his favorite CD and was happily enjoying driving his new Jeep, which he didn't get to do often. Just as he had failed to do on the way over here from his mansion, he didn't notice the two black vans following behind him. This was a beautiful day, and Keith decided he didn't want to go home right away. He was getting closer to home, but decided he wanted to see if his friend Elijah was home. He made a left turn right as one of the vans was gaining speed behind him. He heard the tires of the van shriek as it rounded the corner after him. Keith looked back and his eyes got big as he saw the two vans quickly approaching. He had been given driving instructions as to what to do in a kidnaping attempt, but had never thought he might need them. He sped up, but the vans kept getting closer. He was only a few blocks from Elijah's house. He knew the neighborhood well, as they lived near each other. He saw one of the vans start to try and pass him so it would be in front, boxing him in between them, and he made his decision quickly. He saw a mansion with the front gates open, slammed on the brakes, and pulled into their driveway. He hopped out of the Jeep as soon as it was stopped, and ran full speed around the house. One person from each of the vans also jumped out, and ran after him. Keith is very athletic, as years of swimming and playing water polo have hardened his body. He knew he had to get away, so he put all his strength into trying to escape. When he got to the back of the yard, he quickly climbed up the security fence into someone else's yard. He wasted a second or two looking back, and could see the two men running after him. He turned and ran as quickly as he could for the front of the property. He looked back and saw both men coming over the top of the fence. Hiding was not an option. They were too close behind him. He ran to the front of the property, and again had to climb the wall. It was harder this time, but he finally got over it as they two men almost caught up. He jumped down and ran for the other side. One of the vans was parked a few houses away, and he heard the squeal of the tires as it approached. Keith had no other option. He again climbed the fence of the first house he came to, and ran for the back yard. The man in the van left it running, and chased on foot. One of the other two men got in and drove down the next street. Keith now had a fresh man chasing him, as well as one of the original two. Keith was beginning to get tired as he continued to run. He was a long way from being exhausted, but was quickly losing strength. He tried to think where Elijah's house would be to where he was while he ran. He thought it was on the next street down, with it's back facing the back of this property, but he wasn't positive. So, instead of running further away, he cut sideways and went over the side wall. Keith knew one of the other vans was probably on the next street waiting on him, so he had to approach Elijah's from the side. He quickly ran across the huge yard, and again went over another fence. He was huffing and puffing now. He had to find somewhere to hide, or they would have him. He glanced left, and saw the ivy covered back wall that separated Elijah's house from this one. That had to be Elijah's house. Keith darted left, and barely cleared the wall as the two men came over the wall from the yard next door. Had they seen him? He had no idea. Yes! This was Elijah's house. Now, if someone was home, he might get away. Keith used his remaining strength to sprint towards their house. When he got to where he could see the pool, he saw Martin laying in a lounge chair in a red speedo, sunning himself. Keith startled him as he saw him run up. "Keith, what are you doing here?" "There is no time to explain. There are two men after me. Help me hide, quickly," Keith panted, almost out of breath. "Shit!! OK, follow me. I know just the place," Martin answered in his high pitched voice. He started to run for the garage, then remembered the call phone he had brought with him, picked it up and ran as fast as he could with Keith at his heels. They entered the garage right after the two men came over the back wall. They had been seen. Martin and Keith ran quickly through the garage and around the huge collection of vintage cars that Martin's father collected. He quickly opened a door in the back, turning on the light as he did. "There is an opening to this side of the attic here. It isn't big enough for pull down steps. Shut the door and then boost me up thru the opening, OK? You can jump up, catch hold of the opening, and pull yourself through, can't you?" "I think so," Keith said, almost totally exhausted by now. "Ok, boost me up. They will never think to come up here." Martin held up his arms like a baby wanting to be picked up, and Keith caught him by his waist and picked him up into the air. Martin quickly pushed aside the trap door in the ceiling and said, "OK, push me up." Keith didn't have much to hold on to, so he grabbed Martin with both hands on his speedo covered butt and pushed. Martin pulled himself up and gave Keith a very close look at his crotch area that was inches in front of his face as he did. `Huh! Martin isn't a little boy anymore,` Keith thought to himself, then jumped as high as his tired body would let him, caught the edge, did a chin up like he had down many, many times in the past, and pulled himself through the opening, with Martin helping as much as he could. Martin closed the trap door, and both boys were forced into darkness. Martin found the cell phone, ran his fingers over the keys until he knew which were which, then hit *9. Keith's phone at his mansion immediately started to ring. "Here, this is your house, I think. Get help over here as fast as you can." Keith was amazed when he felt Martin hand him the phone and heard a maid say, "Ericson residence." "This is Keith. I need security as fast as you can. I have kidnappers after me. Hurry!" There was a flurry of activity in the background, and finally someone said, "Keith, this is Williams. Where are you?" "I am at Elijah's, my friend. Last name Walker. We are in the attic that you get to from a room int the garage. Hurry. I think they saw us run into here." "We are on our way. We will call the police as we drive. Hang on. We are coming." The line went dead, as the security personnel ran for their vehicles. They had accompanied Keith over there many times, and knew the directions well. Keith shut off the phone and handed it back to Martin, as they both quietly listened for the men. "Keith, am I your friend, too?" Martin whispered. "Sure you are. Why would you even ask?" Keith whispered back. "Well, you said your were at your friend Elijah's, not your friend Martin's," Martin said softly, showing his hurt feelings. "Martin, I'm sorry. I just have been over here lots more to see Elijah than you. This is no time to get the security people confused and have them go to the wrong house, is it?" "No, I guess not. Listen!" Martin said, as they heard noises not far away. They were being tracked. The noise moved off, and they risked whispering again. "How did you dial my house so fast in the dark?" Keith asked. "I have it on speed dial." "You do. Why? You never call me," Keith asked. "I know. I have started to several times, but didn't do it," Martin said, thankful that Keith couldn't see his blush through the darkness. Keith started to think about that. Martin did have a crush on him, he could tell. But, just as he was thinking about what to say to Martin next, they heard the same noise again. Then, they heard the garage door open. They were as quiet as possible, knowing the men were right below them. "This light is on," one of them said. "So what?" "Well, we have looked under all the cars, and inside of each one. We saw them come in here. There is a trap door in the ceiling. They may be up there." "How would they get up there? Well, we had better check it out, anyway. I'll boost you up and you can use the pen light in your pocket to look around. Oh, shit! My beeper is going off. We have company. We had better get out of here." Keith didn't know which was louder right now, the beating of his and Martin's hearts or the sound of footsteps from the two running men. They were both close in volume. Keith reached for Martin, and they sat, shivering and holding each other. It was only a matter of a few minutes, and they heard running footsteps on the concrete floor. "Keith, they have come back," Martin said, holding back a sob. "Martin, they don't want you, they only want me. You hide. They will just take me, and you will be safe." "No, I won't do that. We both can hide. We both can fight them," Martin answered. They didn't have time to argue. The door to the room was yanked open and someone said, "Master Keith, are you up there?" "Thank God!" Keith said aloud. "Yes, we are up here. Is everything all right?" "Yes, you can come down now." Keith reached over to the trap door, lifted it away, and was glad to finally be able to see. He looked down to see McCain, the head of security for his family, smiling up at him. "You see why we want to come with you now?" Keith just smiled back. He really liked McCain. "Yes, I think I understand better now. You go first, Martin. Everything is fine, now." Martin shakily went over to the edge, and sat down on the end with his legs through the opening. Keith grabbed his hands and help lift him down to where McCain caught him and set him on his feet. McCain then went to help Keith. "I think I can easier get down on my own," Keith said, as he also sat on the edge. McCain got out of the way, and Keith pushed himself off the edge and easily landed on his feet. "Keith, you are amazing," McCain said. "What? That was just a little jump. I dive off the high board at the pool at school." "I am not talking about that. You are running for your life. But you run until you can find a boy that is almost naked to help you. Or, did you get him out of his clothes while you were hiding in the attic?" McCain said, bursting out in laughter. McCain knew all about Keith and his cousins. As head of security, how couldn't he? He and Keith had always had a great relationship, and kidded each other back and forth. Keith joined him in laughter, but Martin just stared at his feet with his arms over his chest and blushed. "No, he came this way, I guarantee you. Thanks, McCain. I really owe you one this time. I will listen more closely from now on, I promise. What about the two men?" "We had to shoot one. I think he will live. We got the other one, too. He gave up when he saw his partner go down. We also got a tag number for a black van. You know anything about that?" "There were two black vans after me." "OK, we will follow up on that, too. You ready to go?" "Can I have a few minutes alone with Martin first?" "Sure. Take your time. I will go outside and see if the police are here yet. I am sure they will want me to answer some questions. You too, but that can wait until we get you home. Come out when you are ready, OK?" "Thanks, OK?" Keith asked seriously. "Only doing my job," McCain said, winked at him, and walked away. Keith's friendship with him just got a little stronger. "Martin, let's go outside, OK?" Martin was still shaking a little. Keith put an arm around him and led him into the back yard. "Martin? Martin, look at me." Martin looked up, and Keith could see how frightened he had been. "Martin, I owe you a lot. Maybe, my life. I love you, OK? Like a little brother. I will make this up to you, I swear," he said, as he pulled Martin to him in a tight hug. Martin burst out into tears, all his fears finally being released. Keith just held him, rocking him back and forth, as he thought of how to repay his little friend. A big smile came to his face. He knew just the way to repay Martin for what he had done for him. Keith let Martin go and walked with him into his house to tell his Mom and Dad about what had just happened. After a few minutes, he came back out after making sure Martin was all right and got in McCain's car and headed back to his own house. Only then, did Keith let all of the tension drain from his body and he started to realize just how lucky he had been. Keith actually started to shake a little like Martin had done. Comments can be sent to me at fsw99@mindspring.com.