Date: Mon, 21 Aug 2000 14:06:03 -0500
From: fsw99 <fsw99@pop.mindspring.com>
Subject: Chapter 15 of One Big Happy Family

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			      Chapter Fifteen

"I see him. He is sitting over there on the bench. He does that for hours
and just stews. Let me out and I can go over and collect him," Ed said.

Matt stopped the car and let Ed out. Robbie and Isaiah had stayed at
Isaiah's house to listen to some music that Isaiah had composed himself. He
had a full professional 24 track tape machine in his basement. Robbie was
really impressed with Isaiah's playing and singing, but also with his
equipment. Everything about Isaiah seemed to be first class.

M&M could see Ed and Paul having a conversation, and not all of it was
pleasant. Paul finally slowly followed Ed over to the car and climbed in
behind him.

"Matt and Mike, this is my little brother Paul. He is one Hell of a
drummer. Matt and Mike are going to be our band managers. At least, when
they can," Ed said.

M&M looked back at Paul and said Hi to him, and he barely acknowledged
them. He did nod, but that was about as much effort as he put into it. M&M
just looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, and drove back to
Isaiah's. The rest of the day before they had to leave should prove to be
interesting.

It wasn't long before they were back at Isaiah's house. No one else was
home. "Hi, Paul. I don't know if you remember when your brother, you and I
jammed together last year. I play keyboards and sing. Robbie over here
plays lead guitar. We want to start a band, with you on drums and your
brother on bass. What do you think?" Isaiah asked.

"I think you all are full of shit! We don't have a pot to piss in. How can
we afford to buy a bass guitar and drums? We are barely given food to eat
and lunch money now. You guys are living in a dream world. I think I am
ready to leave," Paul said.

"Wait. I have heard you play, and I think you are really good. You are
good, aren't you?" Isaiah asked.

"Yeah, I am pretty good, I guess. That still doesn't say anything about the
money."

"Well, if I can solve the money problem, are you interested in being in the
band?"

"I don't know. Maybe. Yeah, I think so. How can you do that, you selling
drugs or something?"

"Paul, watch your mouth, or I will beat some sense into your head," Ed
said.

"Oh yeah, take your best shot, BIG BROTHER!!!! You will get back lots more
than you ever thought you would!" Paul yelled as he got to his feet and
assumed a karate pose. Karate was one thing that Paul had always been
really good at, other than drums. He was one of countless children who were
affected by ADHD, and he couldn't keep his mind focused for long periods of
time. Karate and drums both gave him the physical outlet to burn off the
extra energy he always seemed to have.

"Calm down, OK Paul? Everyone here wants to be your friend," Robbie
said. "We really need a good drummer, and both your brother and Isaiah said
you were very good."

"Look Paul, everyone else has agreed that anything we say here will be kept
within our group.  You have to agree, too, or it doesn't mean anything. I
think we might really have the start to a great band here if we can pull
together as friends. We have to be able to trust each other and not have
any secrets between us. Does everyone agree?" Isaiah asked.

"Yeah, I do," Ed said.

"We agree," Mike said for Matt and himself.

"I guess I do, too," Robbie added.

Everyone looked at Paul. "What are all you ass holes looking at me for? OK,
I agree too. I won't say anything to anyone about anything that is said
here, but I am still not sure I want to be in your bloody band."

"That is my little brother for you. Mr. Personality. He will lighten up
when he gets to know all of you, I promise, or we can all take him out back
and kick his ass," Ed said.

"Fuck you, BIG brother," Paul said, but did smile a little bit. He did want
to be able to play drums again, but he just couldn't see a way how he
could.

"OK, I will start. Remember, I don't want anyone else to know. It really
isn't a big deal, but I just don't like to hear about it. When I was
younger, I was a pretty good model, and was in lots of advertisements and
commercials. I was even in one movie. I made a good bit of money, and I
saved almost all of it. I can rent a bass and drums and whatever we need to
get started with some of the money, and then when we start making money, we
can use some of it to buy the real thing," Isaiah said.

"Hey, I think that is really neat," Robbie said.

"Big deal. That is the big secret? I thought it was going to be something
really big," Paul said.

"So did I. But, if we are all going to be honest with everyone, I have
something to tell you, too.  Paul and I are gay. Neither of us have ever
been with anybody, but we both know we are. We are going to be spending a
lot of time together, and if that is a problem, I want to find out now," Ed
said.

"God, Ed, what the Hell did you go and say that for? If I would have known
you were going to say something like that, I never would have come over
here," Paul screamed.

"Wait, Paul. It is no big deal to us. Mike and I are gay, too, and we don't
care who knows it.  Everyone where we live know about us," Matt said.

"What?" Paul exclaimed.

"Yeah, we have been out for several years. No one cares," Mike said.

"It's not a big deal to me, either. I am gay, too," Isaiah said. "I just
have never told anyone before. But, I don't want anyone other than you guys
to know."

Everyone was looking at Robbie to see how he would take the news. He really
didn't know why he said this, but he did. "Looks like that won't be a
problem for anyone, Ed. Everyone better be sure that all this stays here
like we have all promised, cause I am gay, too."

"Damn! All of you are gay?" Paul asked.

"Not all of you. All of us, right?" Mike asked.

Paul actually smiled a little bit. "Yeah, I guess you are right. Well, what
are we going to call our new band, The Fag Rockers?"

"No, I think we will need to work on our name a little bit. That might me a
tad obvious. I don't think any of us are ready to come out of the closet,
no matter how easy Matt and Mike make it sound, so let's all think on that
for a little bit," Isaiah said, laughing. "While Matt and Mike are still
here, let's go down to the music store that is on the way to the mall. That
is where I buy lots of my equipment, and the owner usually gives me a
discount. If we can find something that you both like, maybe we can rent it
and start practicing later this afternoon."

"All right!" Paul yelled, getting to his feet. He now had a big smile on
his face.

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

"You.........you want to take a bath with you?" Phill stuttered, blushing
fiercely.

"Yes. There is plenty of room for both of us. Haven't you ever taken a bath
with anyone else before?" Keith asked softly.

"No. Well, yes. I don't know. I mean, Jason and I took showers together,
but we were a couple then. I guess I took baths with my little brothers
when we were all little," Phill said.

"So you took showers with Jason and you wanted to do that because you loved
him, right?"

"Yep, exactly."

"Well, I love you and I want you to love me back, so I want us to take a
bath together. What is wrong with that? If you don't want to do anything, I
won't force you. My cousins and I sit in out hot tub naked all of the
time. I am not ashamed of my body, are you?"

"No, you just caught me off guard with your question. I wasn't expecting
you to ask me to do that."

"Well, you said you would do anything for me, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Well?"

"Oh, all right. I will do it if you want me to that much," Phill said, as
he kicked off his shoes. His socks and shirt went quickly, and Phill looked
up at Keith before starting to remove his pants.  Keith just had a big grin
on his face. Phill blushed a little, but his pants were off in seconds. He
hesitated, wearing nothing but his boxers, and was showing a big bulge in
the front of them.

"Can I take them off for you?" Keith asked, sliding into the water and
moving over to the edge next to Phill.

"I...I guess so," Phill said, clearly embarrassed.

Keith moved up on his knees in the hot water and dried his hands on a towel
nearby before grabbing both sides of Phill's boxers and pulling them down
and off. Phill's uncut member popped up and hit his stomach from his boxers
first forcing it down and then releasing it like a spring.  "Ouch!" he
said.

"Oh, I am sorry for hurting you, Phill Let me see if I can make it feel
better," Keith said, as he leaned over the edge of the tub and licked he
head of Phill's ridged penis. Phill moaned, but did not resist. (Who would?
Hehehe) Keith puled back the foreskin gently and continued to give it a
tongue bath, driving Phill wild in the process.

"Phill, get in and sit where I was sitting, please," Keith said.

Phill collected his wits and then stepped into the tub and sat down like
Keith had instructed. Keith turned on the jets, crawled back in between his
legs, and took the whole six inches of boy meat completely down his throat
the first time he tried. All of Keith's prior experience with his cousins
was paying off with Phill, who had leaned his head back against the wall
and had turned himself over to whatever Keith wanted to do.

Keith wanted this to be special for Phill. He played him like a musical
instrument, bringing him almost all the way to orgasm, and then backing him
down and starting all over again. Phill's constant moans echoed off the
Italian marble walls of the bathroom.

"Oh, Keith, that is so good. I need to cum soooo badly. I can't take it any
more. Please let me cum. Please!" Phill begged.

Keith finally took pity on Phill, and with a bar of soap in its container
next to where Phill was sitting, soaped up his middle finger on his right
hand. In the position Phill was sitting, which was more like laying back
against the two walls in the corner of the bathroom, it was a simple job to
insert his finger up Phill's anus as he continued to lick the head of his
penis. It didn't take Keith long to find his prostate. A couple of seconds
of gently massing it sent Phill over the edge, and he was shooting a huge
load down Keith's throat. It had been almost a month since Jason moved
away, and last nights time of "taking matters into his own hands" hadn't
decreased the amount he shot this time.

It was a good thing this was a mansion, because the volume of Phill's
shouts would have been heard all over a normal house. As it was, it was
heard by Mark and Alex, who were spying in Mark's bath room next door. If
anything, the marble walls helped the sound go further than it would have
in a regular insulated wall. It was all they could do not to giggle too
much so that Keith and Phill could hear them.

Keith gently eased Phill into the jacuzzi and kissed him passionately. He
used far more strength in doing that than he could have if he was as week
as he had claimed, but Phill was in no condition at the moment to think
that far. Phill's body was as limp as a dish rag.

When he finally recovered enough, Phill opened his eyes to find Keith's
face only inches away, smiling like the cat who had just eaten the
canary. Well, Keith had just eaten something, but it sure wasn't any kind
of bird. More like a sausage. Hehehehe

"God, that was awesome," Phill panted.

"I am glad you enjoyed it. I will be glad to do it again any time you
wish. When we are finally together all of the time, we can make love like
this any time we want to."

"I don't think it is quite that simple, Keith."

"Oh, you just wait and see, lover. I will follow you anywhere you go until
I make you mine. I will never give up. You will see."

Lover? Is that what they were now? Well, Phill hadn't done anything for
Keith yet, but he did like the sound of it. Lover! He liked it. Yes, he did
think he was falling in love with Keith.

"Keith, why don't you sit up where I was for a few minutes. If I am going
to give you your bath, I can get to your legs and feet much easier that
way, and I won't risk bending your legs so much.  Here, let me help you
up," Phill said, getting to his feet.

When he had gotten Keith to his feet, Keith stepped back and looked at
Phill's body like Phill had done his. "Lover, I love your body. You are
beautiful. I like this almost as much soft as I did hard," he said,
playfully fondling Phill's penis and balls. "I will have to do something
about all the hair, though," he kidded, coming over and kissing Phill once
more.

This time, Phill returned the kiss just as enthusiastically. He now knew he
did love Keith, and loved him deeply. "Sit, Keith. If I am going to be in
charge of nursing you back to health, I am in charge."

"Yes, sir," Keith said, as he saluted like he was in the army. "Do with me
what you will, sir."

Phill got a wash clothe from the side of the tub, and turned the water on
warm. He wet the wash clothe in the stream of water and left it
dripping. He gently used all the excess water to clean all the soap suds
from Keith's groin area. He repeated the actions several times, until he
was sure that all the soap was finally gone.

Keith had been hard as rock the whole time, his eight inch penis pointing
toward his chest in anticipation. What else could be coming that required
all of the soap to be gone? He laid his head back against the walls like
Phill had done and watched Phill work with a happy smile on his face.

He wasn't disappointed. Phill just smiled at him as he crawled between his
legs and pulled his hard penis towards him. Pre-cum was already leaking
like mad. Phill licked it off the head and immediately knew he loved the
taste. Must be Keith's French ancestry. Whatever it was, Phill liked it.

Phill hadn't had near the experience that Keith had, but he wasn't entirely
new to this either. In any case, both of them enjoyed themselves as he
duplicated what Keith had done for him.

Keith had been dreaming of making love to Phill ever since he had seen him
in the park, so his orgasm happened much too soon for his taste. It was a
mind blowing experience for him, and his love for Phill only increased
because of it.

When it was finally over and he had recovered, he slid back into the tub
and kissed Phill passionately.

"Um, excuse us. We have been waiting for a while now. We wouldn't mind
waiting a little more, but we are not sure if the two of you are planning
on coming up for air any time soon. We just thought that since this is your
first night together, you might like to enjoy a glass of champagne with
your bath. Here is a glass for each of you, the rest of the bottle already
on ice, and a bowl of fresh strawberries. Enjoy yourselves. Just don't
expect either of us to wait on you in the future.  That is for servants,
you know," Mark giggled, as he sat the sterling silver tray down on the
edge of the jacuzzi.

"No, no, don't get up. We can show ourselves out," Alex giggled, as he and
Mark left the bathroom.

Phill had turned a deep shade of crimson. It was good that the bathroom
walls had a streak of red running through the marble. Otherwise, Phill's
new color wouldn't have matched so perfectly.

Phill never did get to wash Keith's feet. Somehow, that was forgotten. No
matter what Keith said about his cousin's not caring about what they had
seen, Phill was both embarrassed and worried about who they would tell
about what they had seen.

(Being spied upon is not very nice, now is it, Phill? You should think
twice about doing it in the future like you did last night! Man!!! I am
ashamed of you!! Hehehehehe)

Comments can be sent to me at fsw99@mindspring.com

(One last thing. Thanks to everyone who wrote to me when I added my comment
at the end of chapter 14. I now feel bad, like I was begging for
comments. I won't do that again. I did get 52 messages, so I guess I am
reassured that people are reading and liking the story. I did enjoy reading
them all, and still am replying. I was just down because Keith, Mark, and
Alex had just told me that they have written over 150K to be inserted into
the story, and I didn't know if the story would ever end. Hope you guys
like sex scenes, because they have told me my scenes are too tame, and they
have taken over that part of the story. Hehehe)