Date: Sun, 13 Aug 2000 17:04:46 -0400
From: fsw99 <fsw99@pop.mindspring.com>
Subject: Chapter 11 of One Big Happy Family

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			      Chapter Eleven

Visiting hours were over for the day, and the Ericsons and Phill pilled
into the limo to go to Keith's Grandmother's house. The limo was huge and
they had plenty of room for five people and all of Phill's new clothes.

After a long discussion, everyone had finally convinced Phill to spend
Saturday night with them, so they stopped briefly at the flat where Phill
and his friends were staying, and Phill retrieved the rest of the clothes
he had brought with him. He left a note telling his friends where he would
be staying, and updated them on the new developments. He left Keith's
Grandmother's telephone number with the note, and asked them to call him
the next morning before they left for home.

Phill felt guilty about not spending any more time than he had with his
friends on their last trip together, but Keith's parents had been so
insistent on him staying with them, he just couldn't make himself tell them
no. They had spent so much money on his new clothes, he felt he now owed
them, so he just let them make the decision for him. He would make sure to
stop by and say goodbye to each of his friends before he and his family
moved to the US the week after next.

Week after next! Can it really be that soon? In nine days, he would board a
plane and leave his home in England. Not just his home, but his country.
Phill's life was changing much too fast for his taste.

It wasn't very far, miles wise, to Keith's Grandmother's house, but traffic
in London is awful on a good day, so it took almost thirty minutes before
they were pulling into a long driveway. Phill's mouth fell open when he saw
the size of the house. I guess house doesn't really describe it very well.
The mansion was huge. It looked like more of a museum than a house to
Phill.

They were greeted at the door by the butler, and several servants were sent
to retrieve all of Phill's new clothes. They all immediately went into the
library, where Keith's grandmother awaited them.

She had been told all about Phill by Joyce, who was her daughter, and she
welcomed him warmly to her house. Since dinner would be served shortly,
everyone went to their respective bedrooms and changed into their dinner
clothes.

Phill still couldn't get over the size of the house, and how luxuriously it
was furnished. "No wonder Mr. Ericson didn't seem to bat an eye when Alex
told him how much money he had spent," Phill thought to himself.

Dinner lasted far longer than it did in his house. Gram, as she insisted he
call her, asked many questions about Phill all through dinner, and thanked
him profusely for his part in saving Keith from the muggers. Once again,
Phill tried to explain that he really hadn't done anything but stay with
Keith while the ambulance was on its way, but none of them seemed to want
to hear it. He was going to be a hero in their eyes whether he wanted to be
or not.

All Phill had done all day was sit by Keith's side and go shopping, but for
some reason, he was tired. After dinner was finally over, he excused
himself and went up to his room. All his new clothes had been hung in the
closet or folded and stored in the dresser for him. He carefully took off
his new suit and hung it up, stripped down to his boxers and crawled into
bed.

		       *****************************

"I won't play very long, Stan. I just want to show Matt and Mike how much
better I am playing."

"Oh, it's bragging time now, is it? OK, go ahead. I don't think anyone is
still asleep on a Saturday afternoon. Don't shatter any of the windows in
the basement, all right?", I answered.

"I am not bragging!" Robbie answered, blushing a little bit. "Come on,
guys, and let's go downstairs where there won't be any old people around. I
thought you were getting hard of hearing, anyway," he said as he ran down
the stairs.

I couldn't resist. One more joke. "If I am, it is because of having to
listen to you playing your guitar all of the time," I yelled after them.
Robbie knew I was kidding. We constantly kidded each other, and Robbie was
getting to the point where he could give as good as I could. We both took
the kidding well, so I wasn't afraid of hurting his feelings. We were a
great match, in all ways. I was extremely lucky, and knew it.

Robbie had saved his money from all the grass cutting he had done, and had
finally convinced his mother to let him buy a guitar and amplifier. The
only concession he had to make was he couldn't play it at their house.
Lucky me, he can only play it here. But, like I have said plenty of times
before, he had me wrapped around his little finger. If he wanted to play
the guitar that bad, I wasn't going to stop him.

I even paid for guitar lessons for him, and he had taken them once a week
for over two years. He had stopped now, saying he really didn't need them
any more. What he meant was he was already as good as his teacher, but he
left that out so he wouldn't be bragging. He was really good now.  REALLY
GOOD!!!

He had moved his own stereo from his house down in the basement, and had
started playing his CD's while he played along. I really hadn't liked the
music he was playing, and I have always been a major rock fan, so I got him
to listen to some of my old rock CD's. Several became his instantly, and I
knew I would never get them back. He particularly liked the first Boston CD
and Styx Greatest Hits. He would play them over and over on random
selection so he wouldn't know what was coming up next, and play along as if
he was part of the band. He even could play a mean solo at the end of
Lynyrd Skynyrd's classic "Free Bird", which is very hard to learn. He was
really improving, and I was really proud of him.

Robbie played a few songs for Matt and Mike, who were as impressed as I
was. "Man, Robbie, you are really good. We never knew you could play like
that. You really should be in a band. Why don't you try and start one?",
Mike asked.

"Oh, I don't think I am good enough to be in a band yet. I need to practice
lots more before I am ready for that."

"No you don't. You are awesome right now. Don't you know anyone in your
school who is good?"

"Well, there is one guy named Isaiah that has sung some songs during
special events at school, and he played piano while he sang. He is really
great, lots better than I am. Now, he should be the one to be in a band."

"Hey, a band needs a lead singer and a keyboard player, plus base and
drums. Looks like you have three of the five covered if you get him
interested. He might even know someone who plays base or drums. What could
it hurt to talk to him?" Matt asked.

"I will think about it. I just don't think I am ready, is all."

"Look, you are ready, trust us. If you don't promise to call him, we can
make your life Hell right now," Mike said, closing the distance between
them.

"Yeah, promise us right now, or Mike and I will tickle you until you turn
blue. If Stan thinks your music is loud, wait until he hears how loud you
can scream," Matt giggled, as he came in from the other side.

"Come on, guys, you know how ticklish I am," Robbie said, as he laid the
guitar down and tried to run past them. The boys were too fast, and quickly
pinned Robbie down on the sofa, and went to work.

"Heeelllpppp!!!!!!" Robbie screamed, as tears started running down his
cheeks. "OK, OK, I promise. I promise. I will call him. I will call him
right now, if you will just get off of me!"

"You had better do what you promised. We can just torture you some more if
you don't," Mike laughed.

None of them knew if anything would come of Robbie's call, how could any of
them know? But, a simple friendly jester by M&M to push Robbie towards
starting a band would make a big change in all of their lives in the
future.

		       *****************************

Alex and Mark had also decided to go to bed. Alex's room was right next to
Phill's and the head of the two beds were facing the same wall. This was a
mansion, and the walls were thick, but sound does travel.

"Alex, make love to me, please. It has been so long since all three of us
made love, and seeing Keith like this, I know it will be a long time before
we can do it again. I miss Keith so much. I would give anything if he had
just stayed with us in his suite and none of this had ever happened,", Mark
said.

"I feel the same way. I really miss the three of us being together every
night. I was missing him terribly even before the tragedy. I will do
everything in my power to love you just like Keith would do, if he was here
and try to relieve the pain you are feeling.", Alex replied.

"I don't want you to make love to me slow tonight. I need it hard and
fast. I have so much anger at the people who did this to Keith, and I need
to feel you inside me to let me get over my anger."

"I will do my best. I also feel the same anger. Maybe, we can get over it
together. I love both of you just like we were brothers, and not cousins. I
would have gladly taken the beating if I could have taken Keith's place. He
has always kind of been the little brother that neither of us ever had.  We
have both tried to shield him from any other people who wanted to harm him,
and neither of us could be there for him this time. I know you are hurting,
because I am too," Alex said, as he got out the KY jelly and started to get
Mark ready. He didn't do as much preparation as he would have normally
done, only two fingers, as he knew Mark wanted to feel more pain than
normal.

Alex went slow as he entered Mark. They both wanted this to be rough, but
he still didn't want to hurt him if he could avoid it. Mark needed to feel
more than usual, but not so much as he could still feel it the next day.
Pain to help him get over his guilty feelings was one thing, but too much
pain was, well, just too much.

Mark moaned loudly as Alex entered him. He needed this really bad. When he
was finally all the way, Alex lifted Mark's legs up high around his chest,
and Mark tightened his legs around him.  Alex didn't wait, as he started to
rapidly push in and out of the tight, silky tunnel. Mark and he were both
moaning loudly in no time.

Phill was trying to go to sleep, but was having difficulty. There was no
sound anywhere else in the mansion, and he could barely hear Alex and Mark,
but he could hear them faintly. His eyes grew big, as he recognized the
sounds. He immediately got up out of bed, and put his ear to the wall.  He
could now hear much better. He was fully erect in seconds.

Who could blame him? (Well, me for one. You should be ashamed of yourself,
Phill, for listening in like that. What is next, you becoming a peeping
Tom? Man!!! Hehehehe!!! I love payback time!!! And you tell me I am pure
evil!!! Yep, I guess so!!!! hehehehe)

Good thing there was a handy box of tissues on the night stand next to
Phill's bed, or he could have made a real mess, you know? Phill was almost
drooling as he listened to the love making next door. All the extra saliva
was put to use very nicely, thank you very much. The thing was, it was
Keith that he kept thinking about as he listened through the walls. Phill
really missed his time with Jason, and he was beginning to think that maybe
Keith could take his place in his life.  Phill's hand was a blur as he
listened. Then, one last loud shout from Mark was all it took for Phill to
start cumming. He almost missed the tissue with his left hand, but got it
just in time, as all three boys came at almost the same instant.

Phill staggered to his bathroom and flushed the tissues down the commode,
and made it back to his bed before collapsing in the middle of it. He
managed to pull up the covers, and was then out like a light, dreaming of
Keith. Well, at least his problem of not getting to sleep had been taken
care of.

(Hey, Phill, if you have any more problems sleeping, read some of my other
stories at the front of this chapter. I think they might could also help
you. Just trying to help, you know???? That is what friends are for!!!
Hehehehe)

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