Date: Fri, 22 Sep 2000 14:48:12 -0500
From: fsw99 <fsw99@pop.mindspring.com>
Subject: Chapter 32 of One Big Happy Family

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			    Chapter Thirty Two

We put in the cassette David had copied as we followed him to their
home. No one could really believe it was them playing on the recording. It
really rocked!

They stopped in front of a huge house, and Jimmy ran in to get his
clothes. Paul went with him, but everyone else stayed inside their
vehicles. Brian, who lived close by, told everyone good bye and walked the
rest of the way home. Tim, Tom, Matt, and Mike got out of their van and
came over to listen to the songs while we waited. Everyone was speechless
listening to the sound.

Jimmy came out quickly, with Paul carrying his bag. David and his wife came
out on their front porch and waved to us as we drove off.

When we finally arrived back at my house, everyone came inside and all the
boys decided to go down to the basement to listen to the tapes Jimmy had
made of the songs he and Brian had written. I decided to stay upstairs and
start cooking supper. I also had to figure out where to sleep ten boys in
my 3 bedrooms and the fold out bed in the basement. I didn't know what was
more difficult, cooking for eleven or finding enough places to sleep.

I had bought a blow up mattress and air pump. Maybe I could get Tim, Tom,
and Jimmy to sleep on that on the floor in the basement, Matt and Mike on
the fold out sofa bed, Ed and Isaiah in one room, Robbie and Phill in the
other, and Paul with me. That seemed like as good an idea as I could come
up with.

Everyone else was standing around the cassette player connected to Robbie's
stereo. Jimmy was explaining about the song he was about to play. It was
called `Coming To Get You`, obviously written about his feelings for his
older brother. Everyone was surprised at the hard driving song, dominated
by Jimmy on the keyboards and the single lead guitar.

"Wow, that is really good," Paul said. Who is the band playing with you?"

"You won't believe me if I told you. Let me re-wind the tape, and I'll play
it again so we all can start to learn our parts, OK? Well, I kind of know
mine, but all of you can learn your parts," Jimmy said.

"No, wait! I want to know. I didn't think you had ever been in a band
before," Paul said.

"I haven't."

"Well, who is playing with you?"

"Kenny is playing the guitar part. It took me forever to convince him for
the two of us to play together."

"And who else?"

"Nobody, just the two of us."

"Aw come on! I can hear drums, a bass, the singer. There has to be at least
five of you," Paul said.

"Look, I'll tell you, but it is kind of embarrassing," Jimmy said.

"OK. Who are they?" Paul asked again.

"Any of you ever like The Beatles?" Jimmy asked.

"What has that got to do with anything? Tell us, or I am going to give you
the butt kicking I have been promising you," Paul said, as he assumed the
karate pose again.

"Don't go there, punk, or you'll wish you hadn't," Jimmy laughed. "I'm
getting there, I have to tell it this way. My Dad told me this
story. Anyway, when The Beatles broke up, no one really had any plans for
what they wanted to do next. Paul McCartney decided he wanted to make an
album of his own, but didn't want to start a new band. So, he just rented a
recording studio in England, and made his own record all by himself. He
would record one instrument at a time, then play the tape as he recorded
the next instrument, and then he added the singing at the end."

"So???? You are making me crazy. What has that got to do with the rest of
your band?" Paul yelled.

"Paul, calm down and listen to what he is saying," Ed said, his eyes
getting big.

"The album was called `Ram`. Dad still has it. It really sounds pretty
good. I told you I had lots of time here, without anything to do. I
recorded it all since the start of last summer," Jimmy said.

"But who are the other people?" Paul asked, clearly not getting it.

Jimmy looked at Ed and said, "Your little brother is a little slow, isn't
he?" He turned back to Paul and said, "Kenny plays guitar. I played
everything else. That's me singing. I had to record the singing over and
over to get it right. I really could never be a lead singer. I am nowhere
as good as Isaiah."

Paul just stared at him with his mouth wide open. "No way! I don't believe
you. The drummer sounds almost as good as I do. The bass sounds as good as
Ed."

"Thanks, little brother," Ed said smiling.

"You know what I mean. OK, come over here and play something on my old
drums. They are paid for until the end of the month, and we haven't taken
the time to return them yet. We have been practicing too much. Just play
one thing, and I will believe you," Paul said, daring Jimmy.

"If I do, then can we listen to the rest of the songs? The quicker we start
to learn all of the songs, the quicker we can start to record them," Jimmy
answered.

"Fine. Just play. I have to see this," Paul said.

Jimmy arranged all the drums to his liking, and then tore into a long drum
solo. It went on for several minutes, with everyone just staring with their
mouths hanging open as they watched him play. Finally, he put down the drum
sticks and walked calmly back to the rest of the group without any emotion
on his face, almost staring at the floor. If anything, he was clearly
embarrassed. "There is one song towards the end that everyone gets a solo
of their own. That is the drum solo. Ed will have about a minute to a
minute and a half bass solo. There is only one guitar solo, but either I
can make it into a duet, or add a second part. My solo is the longest, but
hey, I wrote it, you know?" he asked, blushing brightly.

"How did you ever learn to play so many instruments?" Paul asked, with awe
showing in his voice.

"Try spending every day, every summer, and everyday after school over here
for five years and see what you can do," Jimmy said. "Anyway, can we get
back to listening to the music now?"

"Can I hear my solo?" Ed asked, clearly excited. "My old bass is over
there, too."

"Can I just play the song? No one knows about this except Brian and Dad. I
just feel really strange even talking about it, not to mention playing it
in front of you. I am the keyboard player, right? I want to play
keyboards. I don't want to play drums or bass. I wouldn't have told any of
you except you made me," Jimmy said, as he looked at Paul.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know it would embarrass you. I just couldn't believe
you could play all those instruments. Can you play guitar, too?" Paul asked
softly.

Jimmy just nodded his head yes, with his eyes down. "Kenny helped me record
two songs, and then he said he was on vacation from playing in his band,
and didn't want to record any more of his little brother's jerk off
songs. That was when I first wrote the lyrics to `Coming To Get You`.
Brian writes almost all of the lyrics to the other songs, but I was
especially motivated, for some reason," Jimmy said smiling. "I thought he
might find it ironic to have recorded the first guitar lead for the song I
hope will finally kick his butt for me. I could never do it, even after
taking karate. He gave me more whippings than Dad ever has."

"Hey. All past history. Long before you met all your new brothers, right
guys? I think everyone is ready to hear all of your songs now," Paul said,
as he put his arm around Jimmy's shoulder and led him back to the cassette
player.

The boys spent the rest of the time before dinner was ready listening to
all of the songs and trying to remember their parts. After dinner, everyone
but Jimmy and Paul came back down to listen some more, since they were
supposed to try and play some of them the next day.

Jimmy could play guitar, too. He didn't sound as good as his brother had on
the first two songs, but he wasn't bad, either. Robbie and Phill were
constantly talking together over on the side as the songs were playing,
trying to figure out better ways to play the same song.

Meanwhile, Paul had taken Jimmy out by the pool, and they were laying in
lounge chairs in the dark, talking.  They were really getting along great,
and already were becoming best friends.  There was only one problem. Jimmy
had finally found a really good friend. No problem there. But Paul had
fallen in love for the first time, and it was with a straight guy!!!!


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

Dinner was over, the dishes put in the dish washer, and everyone was ready
to collapse. It had been a long, tiring day, and everyone was exhausted,
either mentally, physically, or both.  Everyone agreed that they wanted to
go to bed early, if they were expected to be back at the studio early the
next morning.

Stan explained what he had come up with as far as sleeping arrangements.

"I thought that Jimmy and I would use the blow up mattress in the den,"
Paul said, with a pleading look in his eyes.

I looked at Paul, saw the look, and said, "Well, what will we do with Tim
and Tom? I guess they could sleep with me in my king size bed."

"We can just sleep in the fold out bed with Matt and Mike", Tom said
quickly.

"That is just a queen size bed. The four of you wouldn't be comfortable in
it," I answered.

"Oh yes we will. We have slept in it with them every night they have been
over here since we moved here," Tim said, then realized what he had said,
and blushed deeply. Tom also blushed at he glared at his big mouth twin
brother. I think M&M were also blushing a little.

"OK, if that is fine with Matt and Mike, it is fine with me. I will just
sleep by myself, like I did before all of this started to happen. It might
be just what I need, you know?" I said, as I walked to my bedroom and let
them get settled on their own. I wasn't really mad at all, I just thought
my life was suddenly out of control, and I had nothing I could do to make
it right once again. I didn't want to live on the road, but I didn't want
to rob the boys of their chance at making it in music. I had a lot to think
about, and maybe a night by myself was just what I needed.

Everyone went to their respective bedrooms, and Paul got out the blow up
mattress and pump, and started inflating it. "Stan isn't mad, is he?" Jimmy
asked.

"I hope not. I don't think so. I have been sleeping with him every night
since he became Ed and I's foster father, but I think it is just all the
new things that have been thrown at everyone today.  Like going on the
road. Having to quit school. There is a lot for him to think about," Paul
answered, as he continued to add air to the mattress.

"I don't want to cause trouble here. I could just go and sleep downstairs
like Stan said," Jimmy said.

Paul just laughed. "I think you would get more grief from Tim and Tom than
from Stan if you did that. Didn't you see the look on Tom's face when he
said that they had been sleeping in the same bed with Matt and Mike
whenever they stayed over since they moved here? I thought that Tim was
going to run over and slap him," Paul said, as he giggled.

"OK, if you think so," Jimmy said.

Just then, Robbie and Phill walked in. Both boys were dressed in just their
underwear, Robbie in his briefs, and Phill in his boxers. "Phill and I
talked it over, and we don't want Stan sleeping by himself tonight. A lot
has been dumped on him today, and we are going to sleep with him. There is
plenty of room for all three of us, so both of you can use my room and not
have to sleep on the floor," Robbie said.

"Are you sure? Are you sure there is enough room?" Jimmy asked, as his eyes
ran all over the other two boy's bodies. He quickly caught himself, but not
before Paul saw him.

Robbie just smiled. "I think we can manage," he said.

"OK, thanks," Paul said, glad there would be a door he could close.

Robbie and Phill walked out of the room, and Paul watched Jimmy's eyes
follow them out. "He may think he is straight, but his eyes say something
else," Paul thought to himself. "Help me get the air out of this so we can
put it up and get to bed. I am beat! Plus, I want to talk to you some more
about all of the new songs."

"Oh, OK," Jimmy said, as he kind of shook himself out of the funk he was
under. "Why did I look at Robbie and Phill like that? I am not gay. And why
am I scared to sleep in the same bed with Paul? Stan already told me no one
here would make anyone do anything they didn't want to do.  And plus, I
know Paul wouldn't do anything like that to me, anyway. So, why am I
worried, all of a sudden?" he asked himself, as he forced air out of the
mattress.

Robbie knocked on my door lightly, and then pushed it open. "Is it still OK
for me to sleep in here?" Robbie smiled. "Especially if I bring a friend
along?"

I just smiled back and said, "I guess if it was OK for three years, it will
always be OK."

"Are you sure it is alright for me to sleep here, too? If it isn't, I can
go find somewhere else," Phill said.

"No, you are more than welcome. I know you guys will want to sleep next to
each other, but why don't you both lay down on each side of me for a few
minutes? I think a hug from both of you is just what I need right now," I
said.

Phill and Robbie just grinned at me and both ran to one side of the bed
after Robbie had shut the door. I put one arm each of them, as they both
laid on their side with their arm around my chest and stomach. We all
snuggled up together and nothing was said for a minute or two.

"Did you ever think our lives could get this complicated in such as short
time?" I finally asked.

"No way," Robbie said. "So much has changed in the last few weeks, but most
of it is good," he said, as he took his hand and gently stroked Phill's
face.

"You guys really love each other, don't you?" I asked.

"Yeah. I knew you could tell. I wanted to talk to you about it, but we
never seem to be alone any more," Robbie said.

"You had better be good to him, Phill, or I'll have to hurt you," I said
playfully.

"I will try. I do love him. I never want to hurt him, but I sure have a
problem with Keith. I thought I loved him before I met Robbie, and I don't
want to hurt him. I know he loves me, but I just don't feel the same way
any more. I just don't know how to tell him, so he will understand, but not
be hurt," Phill said.

Maybe we can work on it together. Why don't the three of us brainstorm for
a few minutes. He has spent a lot of money on you guys, and I hope he
doesn't get hurt either. He seems like a very nice young man, as do his
cousins. They don't put on airs at all, and I know they must have lots of
money. They really don't act like I would have thought rich people acted at
all," I said.

"Me too. I tried not to like him because of the way he loves Phill, but he
does seem nice. All three of them do, and I really tried to dislike all of
them," Robbie said.

"Lots of money doesn't describe it. You wouldn't believe the house where I
stayed in London. It was more like a museum than a house. And that was
Keith's Grandmother's house on his Mom's side. Keith said it was really
lots smaller than they have in other cities. I don't think they just have
millions of dollars, I think many, many millions. Maybe, billions," Phill
said.

"Well, if that is so, they really don't show it by their actions. They
acted just like anybody else around us. We need to make sure that we don't
pay back Keith's generosity by hurting his feelings when he finally
realizes that Phill wants Robbie and not him. We need to figure out how to
keep Keith, Mark, and Alex as part of our group without leading Keith on,
thinking Phill is interested in him. If we could make him understand that
Phill doesn't love him, but everyone wants to keep all three of them as
friends, that would be the best way to end this that I can think of," I
said.

"That is a great idea. I just don't want him kissing you anymore, though,"
Robbie said to Phill.

Phill blushed at that comment, but didn't respond. "I did promise him two
things. I might as well tell you while you can't hit me. I told him I would
go to a concert this Saturday night, and then go on a picnic with him the
next weekend. I told him we would only go as friends, though. He is really
sweet, caring, and affectionate. I hope he finds someone else for him to
love, and who will love him back. I have who I want, I swear, Robbie. But I
just can't make myself hurt him. He has been too nice to me. I do love
him. I'll admit it. But not like I love you. His whole family was wonderful
to me, and I know their house was worth over a hundred times more than ours
was in England. They treated me special, like one of them, even though we
are from far different backgrounds. I just can't hurt him. Do you
understand?" Robbie asked, as a single tear ran down his cheek.

Robbie didn't say anything for a few minutes, he just raised up slightly as
he stared into Phill's eyes.

"Robbie, if the two of you are going to make it together, you have to learn
to trust each other," I said.

"I know. OK, go to your concert and picnic. Just friends, right? You
promise?" Robbie asked.

"Promise. I love you, Robbie. I really do," Phill said.

"I love you too, but you make me really nervous," Robbie said, as they held
hands across my body.

"I love both of you, too. I think it is time for you to both be on one side
of the bed now. Phill, why don't you go over to Robbie's side of the bed? I
can move over to the side, and give you both plenty of room. I think you
need to be together right now," I said.

Phill almost ran over to where Robbie was lying, and quickly, they were
hugging each other and kissing passionately right in front of me. I just
grinned, pulled the covers over them, and turned out the light. Robbie
really was like my own son, and I was really happy for him. I turned over
on my side, and spooned my body up close to Robbie, with my arm over
Phill's back. We all fell asleep in our three way embrace.

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

"What side of the bed do you want?" Paul said, as he pulled his t-shirt up
over his head.

"I don't care. You choose," Jimmy answered.

"I usually just sleep in my underwear. Is that all right with you?" Paul
asked, as he took off his shoes and socks.

"Me too. You have already seen my boxers earlier today, so that isn't a big
deal," Jimmy answered, also removing his shirt.

Paul stood directly in front of Jimmy as he slowly unbuckled his belt,
watching his reaction. As he unsnapped the top button of his blue jean
shorts and started to unzip them, he saw Jimmy's eyes go down to
watch. Paul smiled to himself, as he reeled in his fish. He slowly unzipped
the fly and then pulled them down, stepping out of them.

Jimmy had watched the whole thing, and then pulled his eyes up to meet
Paul's. Finding out he had been caught, he blushed fiercely, and turned
away, fumbling with the front of his shorts.

"Jimmy. Jimmy, look at me," Paul commanded.

Jimmy sheepishly looked around. "Look, I like you. I really like you. I
hated you at first, but I think I understand you a lot better now. I think
you like me. Do you?" Paul asked, walking up closer, in nothing but his
briefs.

Jimmy looked him in the eye. He looked scared to death. "Sh......Sure I
like you," he mumbled.

"Look, I lied before. I don't usually wear my underwear to bed. I always
sleep nude. Is that OK with you?" Paul asked, walking even closer.

"Uh, well, uh, I guess I don't care," Jimmy stammered, looking at Paul with
his eyes wide.

"Great," Paul said, as he stepped back and pulled his underwear down and
off, tossing them to the side.

Jimmy's eyes immediately went down, as he stared at Paul, who was half way
to being hard.  "Jimmy, I do really like you," Paul said huskily, as he
stepped closer and slid his right hand between Jimmy's legs, massaging his
fully hard penis.

"Ohhhhhhh!! OHHHHHH!" Jimmy moaned, as he clung to Paul's back. Paul had
both hands working under them, as he quickly pushed down Jimmy's shorts and
boxers to his knees. He raised his head up to Jimmy's, and kissed him
roughly on the mouth, still holding his hard penis in his hand.

Jimmy reacted like he never thought he would. He became a wild man, kissing
back with exuberance that even surprised Paul. It was like a side of him
that had been buried for years had finally been unleashed, and he was
determined to make the most of it. He pushed Paul back towards the bed and
they fell in one heap, arms and legs intertwined.

Paul finally moved them up to where they were laying at the head of the
bed, almost having to drag Jimmy's body with him. He broke their kiss, only
to finally push Jimmy on his back and start kissing his face and neck.

Jimmy was just laying on his back and moaning. His mind was running as fast
as it could, processing the new information his body was sending him. Part
of him was saying get up and stop Paul from doing this, but it was a small
part. The majority said NEVER LET THIS END!!!

Paul eased himself down Jimmy's body until he got to Jimmy's chest. He
first licked both nipples until they were hard, and then started gently
biting them. Jimmy moaned loudly, and then sat up, pulling Paul with him,
and kissed Paul passionately. Paul finally broke the kiss, smiled hugely at
Jimmy, and pushed him back down flat of his back. Jimmy had now given in
fully to his passion.  No more doubts. He liked this, and he liked it a
lot.

Paul continued to kiss his way down Jimmy's body. Jimmy was just staring at
the ceiling like he couldn't believe this was happening. Which he
couldn't. BUT, he was glad it was!!!

Paul finally got down where he could see Jimmy's penis, which was now flat
against his stomach.  Jimmy wasn't very large, only about five inches in
length, but Paul was satisfied, which is all anyone should want. If
anything, it was easier for Paul to take it into his mouth, as he did on
his first try, all the way to Jimmy's pubes.

Jimmy moaned loudly again, as Paul ran his lips up and down the shaft. He
pulled his mouth all the way off, and concentrated on just licking the
sensitive head. Jimmy was moaning and writhing under him, as he experienced
this new feeling.

This was the first time for Jimmy being with anybody. This was the first
time for Paul, other than being raped by his Foster Dads, which he
certainly didn't get any enjoyment out of. Both were enjoying themselves
immensely, one learning how to please his lover, and the other finally
understanding what it means to be loved.

Jimmy finally yelled out loud enough to be heard in the other two bedrooms,
and came in Paul's mouth. Paul swallowed as much as he could, but still had
a little cum running down his mouth. He moved himself up to where he was
laying next to Jimmy, and pulled him close to his body, as he watched Jimmy
recover.

Jimmy finally came out of his sexual high, and looked over at Paul. He
noticed the cum running down his mouth, smiled, and used his fingers to
wipe it off on the sheet. He reached over and lightly kissed Paul's lips,
wondering what he should do now. His life had just totally changed.
Hopefully for the better. Then, he decided what he should do next. It
wasn't an easy decision.

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