Date: Fri, 21 Jul 2000 17:07:00 -0500
From: fsw99 <fsw99@pop.mindspring.com>
Subject: One Big Happy Family Chapter 1

Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual
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If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me
in Young Friends ("Matt and Mike" 3/24/00 and "New Neighbor" 12/17/99),
Incest ("My New Life" 12/18/99) and Adult Youth ("Sam Finds a New Father"
12/16/99 and "Billy and Jim" 12/13/99).  E-mail responses to the stories,
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			   ONE BIG HAPPY FAMILY

First, I guess I should explain what I am trying to do with this story. I
had many, many responses to my last story, "Matt and Mike". Once the boys
kicked me out and took over the writing, I kind of missed continuing the
story. But, we were up to date in their lives, so I had a choice of letting
the story die or starting another one.

I always respond to every reader's comments, even the guy who said I didn't
have any talent and was a "shit writer", among other things, and used lots
of four letter words. I started asking responder's ages, and when I found
that several were young like M&M, I formed a pen pal club, where I was the
only adult member. From this club, I want to introduce Phill, 17, and Ed,
16, from England, Keith, 16, from Los Angeles, his two cousins Mark, 18,
and Alex, 17, also from LA, and Isaiah, 16, from Chicago. They will be the
new subjects of this story, along with M&M and myself. All the other
characters are completely made up.

Very little of this is real, but the boys got to help me design the story
and contributed about what their character would do in certain
situations. We discuss the story using ICQ, and all come to an agreement on
how the story should progress. Not based on real facts like M&M, but not
just one guy's fantasy either.

The gay bashing of Keith is real. Many of the aspects of Keith's lifestyle
are real, as he is very rich and we all hate him for it. (Just kidding,
Keith.) Since I have learned a lot about the boys by talking so much to
them, I also try and add things about their real life in the story as much
as I can. Once they tell me something that happens in real life, I am
usually pretty good in remembering it, and I will try to use it in the
story somehow, just to make the story as real as I can. Especially if I can
embarrass them with it. Phill, make sure you read this, OK?

Speaking of Phill, he is trying his hand at writing his first story. Please
read it and give him some support with your e-mails. His story is called
"Robbie and Phill" in the High School section on Nifty. I edited it for
him, so any mistakes are mine. He is doing a great job, and your comments
will make him want to continue his writing.

I became good friends with all the guys. I have known M&M, Phill, and Keith
lots longer, so we are better friends. Phill was kind of shy around me at
first, and now enjoys busting my chops any time he can. Keith was NEVER
shy, so I have been getting shit from him almost from day one. I really
enjoy it.

I have to go to Chicago on business soon, and Isaiah and I plan to meet for
dinner. I am still trying to get to know Ed, but he is kind of bashful and
reserved. I hope to get there, though.

If you see me pick on them in the story, it is just good, clean fun. Hey,
they pick on me in real life, so just think about this as payback time,
guys. Hehehehe. JUST WAIT!!! PAYBACK IS HELL!

One more thing, before the story finally starts. The pen pal club is still
accepting new members.  All it takes is a willingness to make new friends
and the ability to download ICQ. E-mail me if you are interested. Don't do
it if you can't take kidding though. This can be a kind of tough crowd. I
never start any of the kidding you understand. Me? No way!!! hehehehe

I hope you all like the story.

                                                             Chapter One

Life is really funny sometimes. For a long time, I was by myself almost 24
hours a day, and now I have kids running constantly through my house. How
my life changed for the better is what this story is all about.

I have always loved sports, and coached softball and basketball teams for
many years. I coached in independent leagues, company leagues, and church
leagues. When I found my own skills were no longer competitive to allow me
to keep playing, I started coaching the boys teams at my church. Seeing the
boys improve and do well helped me get over the withdrawal pains of no
longer playing myself.

I guess my life started to change for the better when I met Robbie. He was
12, and tall for his age.  He was already a pretty good basketball player,
but almost painfully shy. I made him a special project of mine, and was
determined to make him come out of his shell.

Robbie was often late for practice, which was 3 times a week. On Wednesday,
I finally asked him why he was always late. "Robbie, you have to start
getting here on time. What is the problem?", I asked.

"Mom works the late shift, Coach. I have to walk and it is pretty far.",
Robbie replied.

"Well, that is not a problem. I will give you a ride home tonight after
practice and find out where you live and I can pick you up on my way over
here. How does that sound?", I asked.

"That would be great, Coach. Thanks a lot.", he answered, giving me a big
smile and running over to where his teammates were warming up.

I was captivated my his smile. That was the first time I had ever seen him
seem really happy. That just made me more determined to get to know him and
become his friend.

I made them practice extra hard today. I installed a 1-2-1-1 trapping half
court press, and ran them until their tongues were dragging the
ground. They really had picked up the press better than I had first
expected, though, and I told them after we had finished. They all had happy
smiles on their faces from the praise I had given them.

Robbie had really done well today, and I put my arm around his shoulder and
told him that as we walked to the car. The object of the press is to have
the lead guard force whoever has the ball towards one side or the other at
center court. Then, the other guard on that side and the lead guard would
double team whoever had the ball on one side or the other of the half court
line. The offensive man would be trapped before he could get the ball over
the line in 10 seconds, or be trapped against the line and the out of
bounds line, and not be able to throw it backwards.

Robbie was the next layer of defense, and behind him was our
center. Robbie's job was to intercept any passes from whoever had the ball
as he tried to escape our trap. He had to roam all over the court, which he
did brilliantly. He intercepted many of the desperation passes, and if he
was not successful, always hustled back to help the center guard anyone who
had escaped our trap.

Robbie was beaming as I let him into my car. He really opened up on the way
to his house, chatting almost non-stop. Who was this new kid? I didn't
care, I liked him much better than the old Robbie.

I was amazed when we headed towards my house. It turned out that Robbie
lived only five blocks from my house. "Robbie, I don't think picking you up
is going to work out. This is just too far out of my way.", I kidded.

Robbie's spirits immediately fell. I could see the disappointment in his
eyes, and I didn't want my joke to go to far. "I am kidding, Robbie. Let me
show you where I live.", I said, driving by his house towards mine. We
pulled into my driveway quickly. "This is where I live, Robbie. Want to
come in for a minute? I need something to drink. How about you?", I asked.

"Sure, Coach, that would be great. I am really thirsty after running so
much during today's practice.", Robbie said, obviously pleased that I was
kidding him.

I got us a can of diet coke each and showed him around my house. It was a
much bigger house than a single man needed, but I had bought it when I was
still married to my wife, and we were thinking about starting a family. But
then, we discovered that she could not have children, she had found someone
else that she loved more than me, and we had quietly divorced. I don't know
why I hadn't sold the house and moved on, but it was still mine.

Robbie was especially thrilled when he saw my office. I had turned the
master bedroom into my office, and I had two PC's at different desks, and
both were internet ready. "Do you have any games on either one of these,
Coach?" Robbie asked.

"Sure, Robbie. Let me turn this one on and show you where they are. Then, I
can check my messages on the other one.", I answered.

Robbie was completely happy to be able to play the various computer games I
had installed while I worked for a while. I had finally read all of the
e-mail messages except one, and it was really good news. "All right!", I
exclaimed.

"What is it?", Robbie asked, walking over to where I was.

"My latest book is selling lots better than what I had expected. I might
not have to starve this winter after all.", I answered kidingly.

"You are a writer? I didn't know that.", Robbie said.

"Yeah, I write adventure stories about a character named Adam Steele. Would
you like to read one of my books, Robbie? I don't know if you would like
it, but you can if you want to.", I answered.

"Thanks. I would really like that.", Robbie answered.

I went to the closet, and got out one of the first copies that my publisher
had sent to me when it was first published, opened the cover, and signed it
especially for Robbie. I handed it to him, and he was beaming once
more. "Thanks a lot, Coach. I'll bet it is a great book.", he said. "I
think I will read some of it instead of playing the games. Is that OK?" he
asked.

"Sure, Robbie, that would be fine with me. I will even fix us some supper
in a little while if you want to eat dinner with me. Your mother is working
late, isn't she?", I asked.

"Yeah. She won't get home until after midnight. I would love to eat dinner
with you. Is it all right if I call my Mom and tell her where I am?",
Robbie asked.

"Sure. Use the phone by my desk. It uses either line, and I can still stay
on the internet and send back my reply. I'll be glad to talk to your Mom if
she wants to speak to me.", I answered.

He called and she did want to speak to me. She asked me all kinds of
questions, until I finally convinced her that I was not some child molester
after her son. She had a right to be suspicious, but she almost went
overboard. She finally agreed that Robbie could eat dinner with me, but he
had to still be in bed by 10 o'clock, since it was a school night. I
agreed, and promised to have him home before then.

Robbie settled down with my book, and I finished my last e-mail message,
and actually got some work done on my new book. I have been accused of
stealing my character from many other author's characters, and the
accusations are mostly true. Adam Steele is mostly a combination of Indiana
Jones and Dirk Pitt from Clive Cussler, but all of Adam's adventures are on
land, where Dirk's are under water. I didn't care, as long as my books sold
and made money, others could cut me down about where I invented my
character from all they wanted.

Robbie was so quiet, I almost forgot he was here. I had almost finished a
complete chapter, when I heard him stir a little. "Anything the matter,
Robbie?", I asked.

"No, it is just that Adam almost got caught in the cave in. I thought he
was dead for sure. This book is great," Robbie exclaimed.

I was impressed by how fast Robbie read. That scene was at least fifty
pages into the book. I was also happy that he liked my story. I slipped out
of the room, and got out some hamburger meat for supper. I started to
defrost the meat in the microwave, got two more cokes, and quietly came
back into my office.

I don't think Robbie even noticed I was gone, he was into the book. He
jumped a little when I sat down another diet coke in front of him, but he
just smiled and said, "Thanks, Coach. I finished the other one a long time
ago. I didn't want to act impolite and ask for another one."

"You don't have to be that way around here, Robbie. If you want something
else to drink, don't be shy. Ask. The only thing I would have done is made
you go get us the cokes. It would have saved me from getting up on these
feeble old legs and having to hobble into the kitchen," I answered.

That got a giggle out of Robbie, and it was nice to hear him laugh. He no
longer acted like the shy little boy he had been earlier.

I finished the new chapter and went to start the grill. Robbie didn't even
look up as I left. I had made the hamburger patties and had them cooking on
the grill and was slicing up a tomato when Robbie walked in.

"Hi. What do you think about the book?", I asked, hoping he still liked it.

"It is awesome. I have never read something like this before. I just
decided to come in here and be with you while I read. Is that all right?"
he asked.

"Sure, Robbie. I would like to have your company, even if your nose is
stuck in my book. I am glad you like it so much," I answered. And, I was
glad. I was actually bubbling over inside that a 12 year old boy could like
my writing as much as he seemed to.

I continued to watch the hamburgers and Robbie continued to read at the
kitchen table. I got a chance to look at Robbie for a long time, without
him knowing I was staring. He was a good looking boy, short brown hair
parted on the left side, brown eyes, and an almost pretty face. His body
was not heavily muscled, but looked to be in excellent shape. I knew from
basketball practice that he could run all day and not seem to be tired. He
still had on his basketball practice jersey and shorts, so I could see that
his arms and chest were firm and would be muscled in the near future.

I was thinking that at the start of today's practice, I had made a promise
to myself that I would try to get Robbie over his shyness. He sure didn't
seem shy now. It is amazing what a little attention can do for a boy.

I walked over to the sink, and started to cut up a little lettuce for the
hamburgers. I got out some pickles from the refrigerator and started to
place tomato slices, lettuce, and pickles on a platter. I glanced over at
Robbie once more to see if he was still enjoying the book. He was staring
at the book like he didn't know I was even in the room.

>From this new angle, I could also see his legs, which were wide open as he
had his elbows on the table to help support the book. His baggy gym shorts
had been pulled up from sitting on the kitchen chair, and I could clearly
see the white of his underwear through the leg opening of his shorts. I
immediately forced my eyes away, but found myself returning to look once
more.

I was totally confused. I had always been a totally straight male. I had
never even fooled around with other boys when I was Robbie's age, like most
boys do as they grow up. My wife and I had a perfectly normal sex life
while we had been married, and in fact, I had wanted sex far more than she
did. Now, I found myself wanting to look at a couple of inches of white
underwear showing under the leg of Robbie's shorts. I mentally slapped
myself a couple of times, and went out and flipped the burgers over.

I stayed out by the grill until the burgers were finished. I tried to
understand what had just happened inside, but I couldn't. The burgers were
finally done, so I loaded them onto a platter and went back into the
kitchen.

"Time to eat, Robbie.", I said.

Robbie quickly flipped over the next several pages, and said, "I only have
three more pages to go in this chapter. Can I finish it? Please?"

Secretly, I was overjoyed. "Sure, buddy. How can I tell one of my fans to
put down my book when he is enjoying it so much? You are enjoying it,
aren't you?", I asked.

"Yeah, I really am. Thanks for giving me the book. I'll keep it for the
rest of my life. This is the best story I have ever read.", he answered,
beaming again.

Man, I would do anything for one of those smiles. I grinned back, and
started to make us both a loaded hamburger. If he didn't like it the way I
fixed it, tough luck! I always used catchup and spicy mustard on the onion
bun, and put both Worcestershire sauce and a little bit of tabasco sauce in
the meat before grilling them. That made the flavor come out exactly the
way I liked it. I finished two burgers, and put both pickles and french
fries I had just taken out off the deep fryer on his plate.

He finished the chapter right as I was finishing up, and ran over to get
his plate. I watched as he bit into the burger for the first time. His eyes
got big, as he absorbed the flavors all mixed together. "This is great!",
he almost yelled, and dug in like he hadn't eaten in days.

When I cook hamburger patties, I usually cook enough for several lunches
and maybe one more dinner. I cook for a single adult, so I like big burger
patties, usually about a quarter to a third of a pound each. Tonight, I
cooked seven patties. I ate one. Robbie ate three. I had three left. I was
happy. Robbie was stuffed!!!!!

I was clearing the dishes and putting them into the dishwasher while Robbie
tried to decide if he could still walk after all he had eaten.

"I feel like I want to just lay down somewhere and go to sleep. I know I
ate too much, but it was soooo good! Thanks for letting me eat with
you. Mom tries hard, and she cooks when she is off work, but I get so tired
of defrosting something that she cooked last week for dinner. Thanks.", he
said, as he ran over and hugged me tight.

I couldn't help it. I fell in love with him right then. I hugged him back
with just as much enthusiasm. "You don't have to thank me, Robbie, I
enjoyed your company. I really did. I am really lonely here all by myself
all day. I can go days and not see anybody else, except for basketball
practice.", I answered.

"You are lonely, too? I almost go out of my mind at night wishing I had
someone to talk to. Can I call you some time? Can I come over here every
now and then?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"Robbie, you are welcome here any time you want. As long as you stay as
quiet as you were today, I can work and you can read. You also can call me
anytime you want if you are lonely. I will give you my card that has my
phone number. Any time you need anything, even if you are just lonely, call
me, OK?" I answered.

I went to the box that held all my business cards, took one out, and handed
it to Robbie. He just stared at it, and then I could tell he was starting
to cry.

"Robbie, what is it? What's wrong?", I asked, concerned. I tried to pull
him towards me, but he resisted.

"It's nothing. Just leave me alone, OK?", he almost shouted, as he spun
away from me.

I didn't give up. I just walked up to him and forcibly turned him around. I
grabbed him by the shoulders, and made him look up at me. "No, I will not
leave you alone. If we are going to be friends, there is one thing I
demand, and that is we always have to tell each other the truth. Even if it
hurts. You also have the same privilege. You can ask me anything you want,
and I will tell you the truth. Now, TELL ME what is bothering you!" I said.

Robbie just looked up at me for a long time, with tears streaming down his
cheeks. I guess he was still trying to decide if he trusted me or
not. Then, the wall he had built to hide his hurt crumbled in one mighty
crash, and he almost collapsed in my arms, as he cried uncontrollably.

I sure didn't expect this. I was completely caught off guard. All I could
do was half pick up, half drag, this 12 year old boy to one of the kitchen
chairs, sit down, and pull him into my lap. I hugged him to me, as I asked,
"Robbie, you have to tell me what is wrong if I am going to help you. And,
I want to help you. Tell me, DAMMIT!"

"You want to know? OK, let me up and I will tell you what you want to know,
OK?" he yelled, forcing himself out of my lap. This was the first sign of
aggression I had seen in him. He was like a different boy.

He now had a facial appearance of an aggressor. No more timid little boy
here. "I am smarter than the other kids in my class. I know more, so I get
picked on because of it. I have only been in this school for less than two
years, so I get picked on because of it. I don't have any real friends.
Mom works four days on, four days off. When she works, I am at home by
myself, all the time. I go to bed before she gets home. I go to school
before she gets up. When she is off, all she wants to do is go to bed early
to catch up on the sleep she missed on the other four days. I am by myself
so much of the time, I am ready to find a gun and blow my brains out!!! Is
that enough for you right now????", he yelled, as he ran out of the room.

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