Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2000 16:31:06 -0500
From: fsw99 <fsw99@pop.mindspring.com>
Subject: Chapter 26 of One Big Happy Family

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			    Chapter Twenty Six

From the first time they met, Tim, Tom, and Paul had become instant
friends. They were all thirteen, and got along great. They spent lots of
time away from everyone else, and no one really knew what they were up
to. Knowing Paul the way we all did, we were kind of getting worried.
Something was up, and we all knew it.

What we didn't know was Paul had told them about everyone being gay, and
Tim and Tom had confessed that they were gay, too. What started them
talking on Thursday after band practice was over was Paul telling them
about Matt and Mike coming to visit that weekend.

They were outside on the front porch sitting in the wicker rockers when
Paul said, "You won't believe how much shit has gone on in their
lives. Mike was severely beaten my his Dad, who died in a car wreck while
out looking for him. His Mom found out that he was gay, and threw him out
of the house. Matt's parents adopted him, but got a divorce and abandoned
them with their Uncle.  One of their friends committed suicide. They quit
high school early and started college way before they were supposed
to. Robbie wrote their story, with a little help from Stan."

"We started to read it, but thought there were too many chapters, so we
didn't," Tom said.

"Tom!" Tim yelled.

Paul's eyes lit up. "You guys have been reading gay stories on the
internet?" he asked.

"Oh, shit!" Tom said.

"You and your big mouth," Tim said angrily.

"So, you guys are gay?" Paul asked.

Both Tim and Tom looked at each other and blushed, but neither said a word.

"Look, it isn't a big deal. At least, around here it isn't. I am gay,
too. In fact, everyone here is gay," Paul said.

"Even Phill?" Tom asked quickly.

"Oh, shit! Now, I am the one with the big mouth," Paul said.

"No, that's all right. We thought so, we just have never talked to him
about it. We found the address to nifty when we were fooling around on the
internet on his computer and found a list of previous sites he had been
to. We were just clicking on buttons at the top to see what they did, and
brought up his history. We have been reading stories there ever since,
whenever we can get on when he is not home. When he was in London for over
a week, we read lots of stories after our parents had gone to bed," Tom
said.

"Yeah, our dicks got so sore from jerking off, we had to go to bed early
one night," Tim laughed.  "Don't tell anyone else we are gay, OK? Neither
of us is ready for anyone else to know. If we tell anyone else, we want to
tell Phill, so he doesn't hear it from someone else."

"Well, I guess I could do that. On one condition, of course," Paul said.

Tim and Tom looked at each other with concern on their faces. "What is
that?" Tim asked.

"Well, the bathroom downstairs is pretty big, and has a pump bottle of hand
cream on the sink.  There are towels under the sink. Thinking of the "Matt
and Mike" story and then you telling me about jerking off while you read
the stories from Nifty has got me really horny. Let's go downstairs and
jerk off together and I will tell you about some of the earlier chapters,
and then when we are finished, we can go into the office and dial into the
internet and you can read some of them, if Stan is finished work for the
day," Paul said with a grin.

Tim and Tom looked at each other, got big grins on their faces too, and
both said "You got a deal" at the same time.

They all three ran from the porch into the house. "Hey, where are you guys
going?" Ed asked.

"I am going to show Tim and Tom how to set up and tear down all my
drums. It won't take long.  We will be back up here in a few minutes," Paul
said, with a guilty look on his face.

"Oh, OK, that is a good idea. If they are going to help us set up
everything, they might as well start with your drums, since they are the
hardest to set up. Have fun," Ed said.

The three boys quickly ran to the door to the basement and went down the
steps, closing the door behind them.

"What was that all about?" Phill asked. "Tim and Tom never are eager to
learn anything new that requires work."

"Paul was lying. I have seen him lie so many times, I can tell a lie before
he has even finished saying it," Ed said. "Let's give them a few minutes,
and then go check on them."

"Fine with me," Phill said with a smile. He always enjoyed making fun of
his little brothers.

Paul thought he saw Ed look at him strangely, so he silently locked the
door to the basement before he went downstairs. "Make sure the outside door
is locked, OK?" he asked the other two boys.

Tim went over and locked the outside door as well, and then joined Tom and
Paul at the door to the bathroom. "Come on guys, before they come and check
on us," Paul said as he lead the way into the bathroom. Tim and Tom
followed him inside and they shut the door, but didn't lock it.  No reason
too, since all the other doors were locked.

"We had better not take off our clothes, in case someone starts knocking on
the door upstairs.  Let's just pull out t-shirts over our heads and pull
our shorts and underwear down, OK?" Paul said.

"Oh, come on. If we are going to do this, let's get naked," Tom said.

"OK, I guess it wouldn't take very long to just put on our clothes. We had
better leave on our shoes and socks, though," Paul said.

"OK, fine with me," Tim said, taking off his t-shirt.

"Me too," Tom said, also taking off his t-shirt.

Quickly, all three boys were down to their underwear, Paul in his new white
briefs and Tim and Tom in their boxers. All three were showing tents in
front.

"OK, on three, guys?" Paul asked, with his hands on each side of the band
to his briefs.

"OK, one, two, three," Tom counted, as all three boys pulled off their
underwear.

They all stopped when they were naked and stared at each other. Well, I
guess that isn't completely right. Tim and Tom had seen each other naked
almost every day, so they both stared at Paul. Paul had never seen either
of them naked, so he stared at both of them.

Paul was a little over five inches, and had lots more hair than either of
the twins. Tim and Tom were about four inches long, with just a little hair
growing around the base of their penis. They were a little behind Paul in
finishing puberty. But all three were hard and eager.

"Here's the hand cream. I'll put it on the edge of the sink. If you use
this with a little spit, your dick won't get sore like it did when Phill
was in London," Paul said, with a lewd grin on his face.

Everyone pumped out a couple of squirts of hand cream, applied it to their
hard ons, and started the familiar rhythmic stroking that has become
familiar to boys for many centuries.

"We could all do each other, if you want to, Paul," Tim said. "Tom and I do
it to each other all the time."

"I get to do Paul," Tom said loudly.

"No, I do, it was my idea," argued Tim.

"Come on, guys, we can do this again. Tom called it, so he does me, I do
Tim, and Tim does Tom. Let's do it before someone starts beating on the
door upstairs," Paul said.

It didn't take convincing either of the other two boys. They all reached
for each other with their right hands and put their left on the other's
shoulder. The all started pumping quickly, excited about what they were
doing. If they only knew what the others were doing upstairs.

"The door is locked. I would bet fifty bucks they are jerking off in the
bath room down there," Ed said.

"Just a second. I will be right back," Robbie said, as he ran to the
office.

"I would love to catch them. My little brothers play tricks on me all of
the time. I would love to play one back on them," Phill said.

Robbie ran back in with a digital camera and a paper clip that he had
unfolded. "These locks have an emergency unlocking feature in case you lock
a door and no one is inside. When I first started staying here, I would
always lock the bathroom door when I was taking a shower. I locked it
accidentally once when I was finished, and shut the door. Stan showed me
how to unlock it with a paper clip. Phill, hold the camera while I unlock
the door, OK?"

Phill took the camera from Robbie and Robbie unlocked the door in
seconds. "Everyone be really quiet going down the stairs," Robbie
whispered, as he took the camera from Phill. "Phill, when we get to the
bathroom, tell me right before you open the door so I can already have the
camera focused, OK?" Robbie asked, with a big grin on his face.

"Sure, no problem," Phill answered, grinning widely.

Robbie, Phill, Ed, and Isaiah all crept as silently as possible down the
stairs, pausing at the bathroom door. As they had expected, there was no
sign of any of the three boys in the basement.

Phill grabbed the door handle and counted to three with the fingers of his
other hand. Robbie was ready, and started shooting just as Phill pushed the
door wide open. To say the other three boys inside were startled would be
an understatement. All three went completely beet red from embarrassment,
yanking their hands away from the other boy. Phill kept shooting, until the
memory of the digit camera was full.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Paul yelled, as he tried to cover himself.

Tim and Tom were trying to hastily pull on their underwear. "Guys, I would
kind of clean up before you get dressed," Phill said. You don't want Mom
finding traces of that hand cream that is on the sink on your underwear,
you know," he said, laughing his head off.

"Paul, you guys might as well finish what you are doing now. We have our
pictures, so we will leave you alone for a while," Ed laughed, as he shut
the door.

All four boys happily ran upstairs, leaving the other three to yell various
obscenities at them as they left. They quickly ran into Stan's office, as
Robbie accessed the second computer.

"What the Hell is going on?" Stan asked.

"We just played a little trick on Paul, Tim, and Tom," Robbie answered. "No
big deal. We will show you in a minute or two. Guys, keep them out of here
until I am finished, OK?" Robbie asked, shutting the door to the office.

Stan just shrugged his shoulders and went back to his new chapter. Robbie
loaded the floppy disk into the computer, and activated the picture
retrieval program. He smiled, as he saw the results.  He quickly saved the
better pictures in a hidden directory, just as he heard the other three
boys run up the stairs and start shouting at the boys blocking the way into
the office.

"Come on guys, there is no way I can work with all this going on," Stan
shouted, showing his bad temper. (Maybe this is a slight exaggeration! Come
on, guys, I don't really have a bad temper, do I? Don't say a word,
Phill!!! - hehehehe)

"Let them in. I am finished now. Everyone can see the pictures, and then we
can let Stan get back to work," Robbie said.

Ed let them in, and all three other boys ran in with red faces and worried
looks. "Here guys, look all you want to. Don't bother to try and delete the
pictures, because I have already hid them somewhere else," Robbie said, as
he got out of the way.

Everyone looked at the small pictures on the screen, and then Phill chose
one and blew it up to full screen size. Tim went white and Tom had tears in
the corners of his eyes. "Nooo!" he yelled, and ran out of the room,
quickly followed by Tim.

"Hold on, guys," Phill said, as he ran out after them.

"The others started to follow, but I got out of my chair and said, "Let
Phill have a moment with them. They seemed pretty upset. What did you guys
do to them?"

"They were spying on us, is what. That was a really mean trick, you fucking
ass holes," Paul yelled, as he also ran out of the room into the bedroom
next across the hall and slammed the door shut.

I walked around to the second monitor, and stared at the picture. It must
have been one of the first Robbie had taken, since it clearly showed each
boy with another boy's dick in his hand. "That was especially mean,
guys. Make sure and delete all the pictures. I think you owe them an
apology. They don't have any idea what you are going to do with these,
especially Tim and Tom," I said.

"We wouldn't show them to anyone else, you know that," Robbie said.

"Phill said that his brothers were always playing jokes on him, so we
figured that we would teach them a lesson," Ed said.

"Well, you may have gone too far this time. We don't want to make them so
shy about this that they won't ever want to come back over here, you
know. Let's give Phill a few minutes alone with them, and then you all
apologize, all right? Let's not make this a bigger mess than you have
already made it. And delete all the pictures right now, Robbie," I said
angrily.

"Yes sir," Robbie said, as he erased the images from the disk and cleared
the memory to the camera. He was kind of embarrassed at how mad Stan had
gotten, and forgot to clear the ones he had hidden.

Phill had run into the den just as Tim and Tom were about to run out the
door. "Wait a minute!  Don't go running off. We won't show them to anyone
else, I promise!" he said.

They both turned around and looked at him. "That was really mean," said
Tim.

"Oh, like you never play any jokes on me, huh," Phill answered.

"Nothing this bad. What would anyone think, if they saw the pictures? Can
you imagine what our parents would say?" Tom asked, sniffing.

"Yeah, they would probably have you committed to a mental institution to
try and rid you of your gay habits," Phill kidded.

"You are a fine one to talk. We know you are gay," Tim answered angrily.

"You do?" Phill asked, with a surprised look on his face. "How do you
know?"

"We found a list of internet sites you had been to in your history
folder. You had better learn to clean up your computer. So, if you tell Mum
and Dad we are gay, we will tell on you, too," Tim said.

"You two are both gay?" Phill asked calmly.

"Yeah. We are all gay. How do you think that will sound to our parents?"
Tom asked.

"Come on, guys, let's go outside where we can talk. I think we have a lot
to tell each other," Phill said, as he put one arm around each of his
brothers and led them outside. They all three sat in the swing at the end
of the porch and had a long talk. Phill was in the middle, with one brother
on each side of him. He kept them close with one arm around both of their
shoulders.

Tim and Tom learned that Phill had already told their parents he was gay,
but hadn't told them because he was afraid they would spread it all over
school. They all three told each other all their secrets and
experiences. They shared their likes and dislikes for each other. They
laughed a lot but also were all close to tears a few times. Phill told them
all about Keith and about Robbie, and having to choose between them. They
became closer than ever in a very short time. All in all, it might have
been the best thing to happen to the three of them.

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"We aren't getting much done today, guys," Paul said, as the band stopped
playing in the middle of a song again.

"It's my fault. I am not learning my part fast enough for you," Phill
apologized.

"No, it isn't that, and you know it. I have my mind on my family moving. No
one knows how long we even have as a group any more. Maybe, we should just
forget the whole thing," Isaiah said.

"Look, I am not giving up," Robbie said. "We have worked too hard to get
where we are now.  Nobody knows if we have to break up or not. Isaiah, who
knows how long it will take for your house to sell, if it sells at all. We
are crazy if we give up the first time something bad happens. If we get
good enough and start to make some money, maybe your mother would let you
get an apartment here and stay, Isaiah, or maybe you could live here with
Ed, Paul, and myself," Robbie said.

"No way my mother would ever move away and leave me here," Isaiah said
dejectedly.

"Well, don't give up. This is Friday, and I hurt my wrist on Wednesday. I
think this is long enough for me to wear this stupid blow up cast," Robbie
said, as he started to take it off. "I am going to play with you on the
next song. All I have in my hand is this guitar pick. That sure isn't heavy
enough to hurt it."

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

Matt and Mike arrived right before dinner was ready on Friday
night. Everyone had got the approval from their parents to spend the night,
even Tim and Tom. Some of the boys would have to sleep on the floor, but
that didn't seem to make anyone not want to stay for the night.

Robbie, Isaiah, Phill, and M&M were walking around the pool,
talking. Isaiah had told them about the moving plans for both of them.

"It just isn't fair. We were starting to really sound good," Isaiah said.

"Look, guys, nothing has happened yet, has it? Worry about it when the time
comes. We used to worry just like you guys are doing now when bad things
happened in our life, and it all turned out all right, didn't it? And we
went through lots tougher times than you are going through, you know?" Matt
asked.

"Yeah, I know. You are right. We are just feeling sorry for ourselves. I
just don't see how we can convince his Mom to let him stay here and her
move to San Diego," Robbie said.

"Just give it some time and see what happens. Maybe Isaiah won't move after
all. His house could take months to sell. Just don't panic, OK? Keep
practicing, and see how good you can get.  Maybe someone will discover you
and sign you all up for a multi-million dollar contract," Mike said,
kidding.

"Yeah, right. I don't believe in miracles, do you, Robbie?" Isaiah asked.

"I don't know. It happened to me once," Robbie said, as he thought back to
three years ago when he was spending all of his time alone and Stan had
rescued him. Maybe it could happen twice. Life is full of surprises.

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